Lemm pretends some haughtiness, folding his arms and tilting his horn at a very slight angle. "I'm hardly surprised! I cut a formidable figure." Never mind that he still has a splatter of ink all over his beard with a distinctive half-eyehole-print in the middle of the mess.

He drops the pretense for this next part and taps fingers on his arm as for once he's careful how to phrase something.

"I think you're being quiet on purpose, which probably means I'm pushing it." He looks down at his counter and begins fiddling with board game pieces again, if only to give them both the dignity of not having to feel seen. "But I notice things, same as you - and I've a lot of time to think. There's not much I can offer you but to listen, but my shop's always open to you. Not sure I'm making myself clear." He sighs resignedly. "Probably not. S'hardly my strong suit."