Another drink of his coffee, but this time with a calming inside. Pushing up his sleeve, slightly, "See this small scar? I burned my hand in this very shop... twenty-five years ago. It was huge on my hand, originally. Over the years as my hands grew, it got smaller. Yet I know if you ask... Vi, I think her name is... I'm sure she'd remember this from about two years ago. I was the little kid whose father sent him 'here' to get goodies. I always had a red and white ball, bouncing on the walkway outside as I ran up and down the street."<br/><br/>He saw the concern in her eyes. "Honestly, it helps talking about this. You can ask me anything and I'm sure... or I hope... you'll see I'm not mad. A little nutty, yes... but I was even when I was a child. That hasn't changed". With that, Rex stuck out his tongue, slightly, grinning.<br/><br/>"I can feel something from your mind... a light and gentle probe. If possible.. and I know nothing about this.. but if possible, I would let you see into my mind. Maybe real memories have a different 'realness' to them than imagined ones. I admit, I would love to know myself that this isn't some fabrication I have created."<br/><br/>Rex stood and stretched his arms high above, then back and forth to both sides. "Lady Phaedra, it was a pleasure meeting you and I hope to continue this conversation soon", taking her hand, a small yet thoughtful kiss on it's back. "Sophie, I feel I ignored you and I apologize. Your friend here soused me out quickly and I was suddenly unable to break away and be properly polite."<br/><br/>"I must go now. No, you didn't see me last night. At the moment I'm slightly confused with day and night. I get at times, especially here in this shop, a flood of memories. It's... unsettling and I have to sort them all out unless I appear to be a raving lunatic." Reaching inside his coat, he put a few bills on the table. "Farewell for now, Lady... I know we'll speak again very soon."<br/><br/>And with that, he was quickly out the door.