Connor was good at faces, and he most definitely knew that one, if not a name to place with it. But it was a face he'd most definitely passed in the castle or about town. Still, he wouldn't make assumptions and would follow her lead. Sometimes, people arrived that didn't remember being there previously, and could get somewhat upset.

"I did." He chuffed softly, rubbed at the back of his neck, his yellow aura turning slightly pink with his sheepish mood. "I've been told, since then, that one shouldn't trust the drinks on offering by the bartender--though there are worse effects to suffer than a sourceless sound. There's no candy falling off of me, for one."