Elua looked confused at Joscelin's reaction, but not angry. His brows furrowed and he laid a hand gently on Joscelin's, the one that currently had a death grip on his arm.

"Peace, my child." Yes, that felt correct as well, even if Elua had never met this man. "I mean no mockery by using my own name. Perhaps you could explain to me how it is impossible that I exist, and that I use the same name I have always, and the only one I have ever known. And why you look so much like dear Shemhazai. Are you one of his children?"

All in all, Elua seemed very unthreatened by Joscelin. But he was sure this was all a misunderstanding.