What? Were you hoping for something more creative? [He draws out each of the words, his voice dipping low and carrying an eerie tune.

He grins toothily.] Maybe it's that war I'm interested in.

[And then in another abrupt shift--because even he won't risk letting such a phrase linger for long, regardless what context anyone could get from it (maybe he has other concerns than wanting war)--he's pressing forward, arms thumped over his book, boisterously laughing.] Look, whatever that thing is it messed with my head, and that's not easy to do, so I need to know more.