The name takes him aback a bit, and he blinks at it, but then offers a small smile in return. "Mister Lupin. It is indeed a pleasure. I believe your little...." His pause is palpable and almost pained. "... show will begin soon, but I hope to see you again quiet soon. Keep my scent in mind."

He taps the side of his nose lightly, and pushes up from his crouch. Right now, there's too many people, too much to watch. That's the only hint he can give, but at least he knows he doesn't smell much different, no matter what form he's in.