Dorian watched silently for a moment as this Nix fellow toyed with the water in his hands. How fluid were his motions? They were as though his very hands were ballerinas, tiny dancers balancing rain on their bodies. The mummy was quite awed.
"Gnnnn...London." He grabbed his cane from the bed and eased himself back to the tank. "I am...a housec-cat. I have never...in one hunnndred years huck been outside. Fish - new fish... I am reborn, yesss?"
It wasn't that he meant to be vague, but Dorian knew little of how to speak to others. As he never learned properly, his childlike imagine filled in the blanks of his communication skills.