That's true, of course. I haven't met anyone who isn't important, not in nearly a thousand years, in fact. But there's something very specific about our importance now, in this place, for these people, and I'm very interested in finding out why. In due time, I suppose. Not fast enough for me.

[ He's already bored here and he hates linear time. He's trapped, and it seems the days will just keep marching forward, one after the other, leaving him without the means of escaping it.

At the joke - which he does recognize, well done - he waves his pointer finger, as if to say, gotcha, good one. ]

Good man. Looking out for a new friend. It's not often you meet anyone who cares so much about your backside, let alone a relative stranger. But we're hardly strangers now. You know who I am, now what do I call you?