"Oh. Right. Yes. I just-- The King in Yellow." That's as much of an explanation for his reaction to that turn of phrase as he can manage.

There's another half a moment where Yellow-- no, Edwin, Edwin is safe to use again, he won't ruin the name right now if he lets himself have it. But there's a moment where he remains at a loss, then all at once the catblob sprouts a dozen tentacles to envelope Jedao's neck and shoulders in a tight-enough-to-be-problematic-for-a-human embrace.