Johannes was talking to himself. He was trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle. Thus far he had figured out that he had been much like a lynx before becoming one. He was a very solitary person. He liked not being seen. It was on the mythological side of things that he was interested.
A keeper of secrets that could guide a person to the truth. It all sounded like superstition to him. But he had to wonder. The girl had come back after the lynx. He was having strange dreams after the lynx. And after the full moon he had felt something on the cusp of his understanding. Maybe there was truth to it.
Then someone asked him to be quiet. He hadn't been aware he was making noise. He nodded and shut his mouth, looking back into the book. His fingers still drummed a melody on the accompanying book cover though.