I do. Our people, our homes, our world... I scarcely have the words to describe that which was in comparison to this world. To explain the wonder and the joy of those days.

[His eyes unfocus a little, as he speaks, as if he's half-lost in memory - a memory he shakes off quickly enough, before returning to the topic at hand.]

But not even I am immune to the frustrations borne of relentless pestering. No matter what the topic may be.

[Or how unsurprising he should happen to find it.]