"No, not typically," he grumbles. He said as much to Wanda. He rubs a hand over his head. He doesn't answer for long enough that it might seem like he won't, but it's clear enough that he's processing through something.

Important enough that he doesn't fire back with a flippant comment. What's not going on or when do I act otherwise.

He scowls. And eventually, eventually settles into a line of discussion. While it may seem like... little point, he's going somewhere with it.

"I've never asked you about religion on your world. It's not my favorite topic. Frankly, I hate it. It's not someone's faith it's my life. My family." No. Focus. "But other worlds... I've learned pieces from people about how things are for them." He opens his arms and gestures to the city at large, likely as far from it as he can get while still being in it. "The biggest question is if, and who, is the big, great evil. Lurking in the shadows. Blamed for every. Little. Thing."