*comes to an apparent, sudden stop at that admission* You don't? *softly* Fortuitous for me, perhaps. I was not the sort of person with whom you should ever have associated though we were a little alike, you and I.
*folds his arms, still looking sublimely comfortable (at ease) in your home* It's very unkind of me to show up like this, lest you be tarred with the same brush again.