[Naturally Julian, dramatic thing that he is, quite enjoyed the whole thing, threw himself convincingly into the villainous role. Whilst talking to him for any length of time may quickly put paid to the idea he could be any kind of villain, he can keep it up on stage, or over short periods without too much questioning.

The train rattles on into the night, and Julian seems to brighten at the mention of the bard.]

Oh, do you think he would? I've always hoped there would be at least one song about me, someday, you know, even if it's one about the cloud of bats. Although I suppose I shouldn't go wishing your friend into a situation he may not like.

[He's aware that his own proclivities put him in the likely rare position of not being overly concerned with the whole situation here.]