And yet I feel neither compelled to ask after yours, nor to share mine. Fancy that.

[He deposits his cup on the counter, shoulders going straight and his jaw working at that innocuous question. All that he's endured this morning and had to sort through his own mind so far- he is in no mood to play teacher to some human girl.]

I'm certain there are books you might find that could tell you readily enough. Good day.

[Without so much as a word further he ducks out of the coffee house.]