[What a charming and impossible person. Not his kind of charming, either, it's just effortless. And sweet. He puts his chin in his hand, literally, because honestly guileless people are as rare these days as dinosaurs and he wants to observe.]

I'm some kind of something, yes.

[A beat.]

You're not an awfully skeptical person, are you? What I mean by that is — given the nature of this place, and the fact that you seem to believe what's happening is real, you're well-enough acquainted with the more-than-normal that if I tell you something unusual, you won't insist I'm wrong?