[ he quite likes that bluntness-- ultimately, such a direct declaration is preferable to the hours of staring and sneering that he has endured before, always coupled with the eventual simpering inquiry as to whether or not he is of arrakeen stock. what's more, there is always that hidden, derisive, sour connotation to the question, meant to shame him for his addiction, his savagery-- though he refuses to feel shame. irritation, perhaps, that daft strangers should feel the need to belittle a mentat that could kill them in a thousand different ways, but never shame.