Whatever confusion mars his face, he wipes away in an instant. The man is right, of course. His attention returns to tidying for the moment. "For the most part, you are correct. Though I suppose tonight I may not have been at my best if pressed that far, I did need to see what you would do sooner or later."

Some broken things. Little piece of cracked glass and such, seem to mend neatly with no more than direction from his hand. Sealed up like a zipper drawn upward. But it is slow and deliberate. Much slower than he would like. He only manages a couple before stopping.

"I suppose I ought to have something to call you."