The skinny little man hustled from the room, in the hope that he might think of something to reply with before he returned. When the glass of water was in hand, he discovered there was nothing anymore intelligent than what he'd left with. Setting the glass on the table, the water sloshing a bit, he sat on the table himself and said, "Alright, what did you say to Tiresias Imago? And by the way, who the hell is Tiresias Imago?"