[Oh, but he cares. Her wounds, her manner and her behavior are providing information. She's still broken and he's looking to steal a piece. One morsel that's part of the whole. She seems to understand nothing about who she is, or was, to have suffered so - nor who she could be with appropriatesupport.

He tilts his head, birdlike. He glances at her through half-closed eyes.]

Well, it's become public knowledge that I was raised by my great-grandmother. It was the month before you came here. [So there's no harm in repeating it.] Do you want to know my father's name? It was Gerald. I believe you're aware of that. Now tell me what you know. That was our agreement.