"A pleasure, The Doctor," he says, without too much reaction to the odd name- he is, after all, Nightcrawler to most people. "Or can I just use Doctor? I have found most people whose names start with The often prefer that in conversation," he shares, bowing gallantly with his tail extended up in an arch so that the spade hangs over his head.

He offers her a hand. "I should warn you, people often feel physically ill after their first experience teleportation with me. I will not judge you for throwing up, but do ask that you direct it towards the ground. It's very difficult to wash out of fur." He smiles, and extends his hand. "Where would you like to go, Fraulein?"