Nodding his head, he took the derision in stride. He understood the skepticism and felt a pang of guilt for being of little use at times. Bringing in help when he already felt his own existence fading did great damage to all he could do.

"I am sorry... for the pain you went through." And all those that experienced it with him. "I know it seems unfathomable, but I know every world as though they..." He paused and searched for the better explanation. "As though they are part of myself. I cannot promise they will not end up here as well... but I hope for your sake they stay safe in their world."

Only his powers could not pick and choose who he brought in through the doors...

Nodding at that, he angled his head with a vague smile. "I would not be surprised if they pull hair and throw pixie dust in your face. If you end up with a terrible need to laugh and cannot stop..." He broke off and shook his head in amusement. "I will make it right if you can get the book." He may be tired from walking in the dark places for too long... but he would fix whatever the pixies did to Owen.

And yes. There would be a show. And he sympathized for the young man, truly.