[It takes him a second, at least partially because he's trying to remember if he knows anyone named Dylan, before shaking his head and focusing again, forcing a smile on his face.]

Ah, yeah, I talk! Was just sort of...spacing out, for a second there.

I'm King. Was just wondering if you were here with your parents.

[And if Anya's powers are working, she can note that that was, in fact, not what he was wondering. He was, and still is, internally panicking about whether or not this literal kindergartener was in a murdergame, and if he needs kill someone for doing such a thing.

Because dads are going to be dads, even when it's not their kids.]