Ah, well. That makes much more sense, and Orpheus is glad to hear whatever weird translational thing is happening in this city isn't affecting his ear. "Whitechapel?" he asks, just to be sure. And a little to show off, if he's right. It's been a while since he was in London, and the accent changes with time.

He laughs as they approach the cafe, and the sound of it is musical and bright. "A very long time ago, I was quite famous. Now I make my living playing for whomever will pay me to do so." He winks, pushing open the door. "Even if it's only a cuppa."