[And he is getting to it, don't you worry.]

Confiding in animals again?

[The words are tinged with a note of patronizing amusement. He could understand the appeal, though - animals did not judge.]

How freely it seems you speak with them... a pity you are a perfectly clumsy, fumbling individual with your fellow man. [He lifts a glass of wine from a table off screen, shooting a sly, knowing look over the rim.] ...Or perhaps with me alone.