"No, not at -" Well, it wasn't boring him - a simple answer to a simple question, John thought - but Rolf clearly felt differently. It seemed a bit rude to stop a man in his tracks that way, but it didn't matter, and for all he knew writers got bloody tired of talking about their books all the time, anyway. He was, at least, grateful for the out. "Yeah, I have." He stood, because it was better than sitting here trying to figure out whether Rolf just didn't want to talk about that, or if he was rather more annoyed than he looked about having been trucked across the room. "Do you want a cup? It's getting on about that time, really."