[ The advantage is that he is making no attempt to make her stand still, leaving her free to move about the room all she wants. He would rather see her move than have her sit still for the next hour. She will continue to find bits and piece of work. If she heads over to the desk, she will find the comic book he has been toiling over, piece by agonizing piece. ]

You may be the one I have met who has been here the longest. [ There are a handful of others he can't remember because he does not care much for them. They didn't make a splash, so he cast them aside. Yuzu looks promising. A grand sweep of his hand makes the arc forming one wing-- he's got it now. The skeleton of what he wants.

One question is hot on his tongue-- ]

Are you a musician? [ It comes out of nowhere. ]

You have a theme. Don't you? Whatever made you this way had something in mind. It had a plan.