What is there to explain? It was a glitch. The man that you overheard loves to remind me of it. Now if you'll excuse me... I've only so much time to waste.

[Waving a hand dismissively, Douman turns around to leave. He won't let the other find out that his blood had just run cold at the chance of being discovered, or how relieved he is that the other seems to be assuming that he's simply sharing in his bad habit of decorating oneself with the magnificent feathers of a well-known name.]