Having their beliefs challenged often made men react with fear or violence. For the good doctor, it appeared that experience only provoked his interest. Jinn observed this without particular feeling - although it was a relief not to be attacked, always.
"I too am discovering many things," he allowed, inclining his head. "Curious individuals seem to be a staple of this hotel." Perhaps it was so they would match the outdoors. Perhaps the ghosts had a sense of humor.
He watched the precise arrangement of the potato slices in the ceramic dishes, gold soon forming a pleasant pattern against the pottery. The doctor was economical in his movements, every gesture deliberate. For a few moments, Jinn simply drew satisfaction from observation. But he'd had centuries of that and there were no chains on him now: "Is it Arabian folklore you asked me here to speak on? Or other such... realities?"