"Careful, Harv." Glibt began, that little smirk still playing over his face. "We might team up on you and that, my friend, is a terrifying prospect." Impressed that, somehow, dinner had managed to get prepared in amongst the all the confusion and questions, Glibt smiled in thanks up at Harvey and waited for him to sit down with them before taking a bite. Then, he simply had to raise his eyebrows in Harvey's direction. "Your cooking sure has improved."
But then Paul spoke again and Glibt shifted uncomfortably, trying to figure out how to properly express his connection to his people and what he utilized it for. "If you're speaking about yourself, I do know, in a general sense, that you had some rough times before you met Harvey. At the time, I'm sure I felt what you were going through, along with what the rest of our people were going through, and I am sorry that I didn't try to help you in particular, Paul. I've tried, though, to improve the general quality of life for our people in the hopes that that would help everyone, while also forging personal connections where I can, helping in person when I'm close enough."
Glibt pushed a piece of chicken around on his plate aimlessly. "Currently, though, I only know that you went through some bad times. I could focus more specifically on you and learn the extent of what you've been through, but I won't. I don't go digging around in minds without permission." Well, most of the time; Glibt's eyes flicked to Harvey. He didn't want his friend to tell Paul that Glibt had scratched the surface of Paul's mind to find out the mortal's feelings for the folklore figure, not when he was building trust with Paul. He turned his gaze back to the mortal. "I mean, if you want me to know, I can know, but I, while I can't help knowing the generalities, find it immoral to get specifics, after the fact, without knowledge or consent."