[He's ready to explain that he doesn't know what anyone looks like to match them to a name or location, but the actual description of this mysery figure is enough to give him pause--not because Saionji's seen him, because he sure as hell would remember it, but because the description sounds...well, distinctly fake.]

You're pulling my leg.

[It's said deadpan as he crosses his arms, frowning.]

"Hair like ice"? There's no such thing. Have you seen ice? It's clear. Are you telling me he's bald?