[Well hold on, now that the big cat isn't (apparently) going to maul him, he would like to pet the big cat... look back here, pretty lady... Rats. He'll ask later.]

Really? [Completely earnest— they have a capital-C Church over there, which Anders automatically associates with persuasive measures and too much force. This place, on the other hand, feels like it's dripping with polite overtures and doublespeak. He looks to one side at some milling passersby, like that will illuminate it all, and shrugs.] Well, no one has tried to lock me up until I'm feeling amenable, either.

[It's going shockingly well! In at least one respect.]

You know, I almost wish they'd try? All of these manners make me restless.