Pale eyebrows rise. Xehanort certainly didn't dye his hair, and he was no brunette. Confusion is better than hostility, and he's going to keep with that for now.

Maybe this won't end as poorly as most encounters with people who 'recognize' him do.

"I have. From an assortment of people, truthfully! Your shinki, assorted friends you've helped and so on. Everyone's always spoken very well of you, none of it was bad. But I've always fallen a little short in the comparison, so it's very nice to finally ... be certain you actually exist." He spreads his hands a little, giving a bleak chuckle. "Somehow I'd hear these stories but never actually be able to find you. You were always gone by the time I managed to get to where you'd been."