He gives himself a shake, and his impish smile returns.

"The pleasure is mine - it is always good to see such things with fresh eyes. Perhaps you could be convinced to come again?"

Don't tell anyone, but sometimes he finds it unbearably sad that soon this world, the one he knows is full of magic and wonder, will lose its luster and become workaday and ordinary. Better that someone else can see it before it changes entirely, and be remembered elsewhere.