Dylan looks briefly satisfied by Rafael's reaction, as minute as it was, that monologue more for his benefit than Caroline's. It fades into something more neutral again, as they continue on, and persists, even when Hope's name is dropped into the conversation, though at that point, it's more poker face than anything else. Yes, he knows who the Mikaelsons are, and -- well, like everything else, he's of two minds on the subject.

On one hand, she's a fucking Mikaelson. On the other, children shall not be put to death because of their father's and all that. Hope's just a kid, and being here, being socialized away from her family, she might not end up as batshit insane as her father was. She might end up being a real force for good, in what's, yes, a confusing time for her and her peers, so he's trying to reserve judgement. For now.

That in mind, he tells her, "Yeah, she found a werewolf to teach here." And a witch, too, maybe, considering he smells like magic, too. It's faint, strange somehow, the Eye only having managed to reclaim a fraction of their talent beyond the curse, but it's there. He, too, had more than one aspect of the supernatural to deal with, growing up.

Regardless, after a beat, he sticks out a hand. "Nice to meet you."