He doesn't know why his gaze should be unsettling; while he has no liking for, well, anyone who doesn't fit a particular subset of characteristics, really, he puts on a good show. He likes to think he puts on a good show.

"Ah, from the future," he says. There's a slight half-smile; it's probably even more distressing. "The past has a certain identifiable style. Most of you seem to come from the future, anyway." Except Dumbledore.

And half of the Founders.