He looks down at his coffee thoughtfully for a moment before nodding. He doesn't disagree. The problem is he's not even sure where to start and the last thing he wants to do is talk to somebody about any of this.

"Mm. Yeah, there's all sorts of weird shit on there," He says, raising an eyebrow at the 'quiet and private' comment. They are alone in a closed cafe after all.

"Something lighthearted? Alright? Dog person? Cat person? Favorite color?"