Dylan can understand that. His father wasn't the boogeyman little werewolves, witches and vampires are told to fear in the night, but -- still. Lionel Shrike was something of a local celebrity and then he fell from grace, and while the Eye still holds him in high regard, still treats Dylan, now, like some kind of royalty, he didn't have the Eye, when he was a child, and mortal children can be cruel. He understands intimately.

Gesturing for her to take a seat where ever she likes, he leans back into his own desk, just shy of sitting, himself, before he asks, "You ever hear of a guy named Lionel Shrike?"