The constable notes the blush, but whatever it might have suggested about their 'friendship' was not his business. It was the other's words that caught his attention more.

"Really?" He says with mild surprise. "That's interesting. Another term used to refer to my people is metamorphs."

Laas had introduced him to the term, so it was probably more common in his part of the galaxy. It made Odo wonder... was this another of the hundred? It could be he had trouble shapeshifting from lack of contact with others of his kind - or perhaps he was young? He tries not to get his hopes up. For all he knew this was some other kind of being. However, if anyone could be pulled to this place for lack of belonging, one of the hundred would have been a prime candidate.

"I would like to meet him, if possible."