He made a face, but it wasn't one of chagrin. "What, you don't find bluntness a refreshing change of pace?" There was no chance he meant that sincerely. He got up to get her the sugar, not put off by her reply, and came back with milk and lemon, too, just in case. "I've seen you without them, tinkering on them. But.. you didn't have them when the dreams first started." He looked up. "I wrote them all down. I've been rereading them, trying to figure out why they were happening so frequently all of a sudden."