"I am, yes, and I think the very first place we're going to go is a tailor." Adalwolfe is half a head taller than the young man and so when he hands over his large padded coat with the faux fur collar, the garment reaches nearly to Harry's knees. Their brogues are similar, he notices, though that doesn't make Hawke think they're from the same world. If anything, he's probably dealing with another LIEr from Earth. Which Earth is just always the question.

"I'm Adalwolfe Hawke. You can just call me Hawke though, if you'd like. I'll try and make this as painless as possible and still let you know what they didn't cover in orientation." He taps his own submissive mark, visible in the gap caused by the unbuttoned collar of his shirt. "I've learned some things in my time here that might be useful."