[Atticus quirks an eyebrow. He does look like he is considering it. After all, it may lure one out long enough to snag and question. His abilities are no longer going to kill one on sight, for better or worse, but Barabas doesn't appear to be suffering any ill effects aside from being a were of a different color. Atticus chuckles.]

You're a tricky bastard. All right, but first, maybe we should make sure the only ill effects from that crown of yours are that you're a different color. For all I know, the crown could be enchanted in other ways. And, no offense, but you don't live to be as old as I do by putting on every magical accessory offered to you.

[Never mind the fact that he only looked to be in his early twenties. If Barabas was involved in the supernatural community in any capacity he should know that appearances like that hardly meant anything.]