"Yes, you are telling me to." he says with a nod of his head, fully and whole-heartedly agreeing with her, and apparently, truly and utterly missing out upon the intention of her words.  And yet again, she'd find, he seems to have no intention of upsetting her; he's just that far removed from her and the other denizens of this plane.<br/><br/>He offered her an apologetic--truly, genuinely, apologetic-- smile and spoke once more. "I really couldn't, that would be very uncouth of me. I suppose you could always ask her when she comes by, though, she'd probably enjoy discussing it? I think so, at any rate." He rambles matter of factly, feeling strangely comfortable with this one's presence, probably because she has not yet done anything to actually disquiet him.<br/><br/>He once more stood up, and went towards the table of fruits and things; their were other things there, but, the fruit is the only thing that interested him. He took up a handful of what appeared to be roasted figs, and once again, settled down on the stairs to happily devour the treat. Mmm, fruit.