"Weeeell, I mean, technically, yeah, fooled Heaven and everything one time. I'm not a prissy bookseller though, I don't really want to be, I mean, look at me," he gestures vaguely at his slim, slightly rumpled black suit, "I don't really... suit his..." He straightens on the bench, tucking his hands into his lap and aligning his spine, looking straight ahead at the pond. "I'm afraid I simply am not quite entirely suited to acting as my... acquaintance on a regular basis, on a basis of sheer personality, you understand." His affect has completely shifted to a degree that may be mildly uncanny.