Ah. There they are, those arms. He calls humans the fascinating ones, when he's like this? Surreal, something out of an off-color fantasy, with motions that don't quite match up with that of people, more doll-like than human? Just what are you, to ask questions like this, to look at people like they're something to dissect and be defined? What a strange being.

"..."

He doesn't exactly welcome the thanks, because he's not sure if he's actually given anything. He'd just talked, you know. If anything, Yusei's got a new puzzling encounter to think over himself. Still, he inclines his head in an approximation of an acknowledgement.

"...I hope we can talk again, some time."