[...Is this what it's like to talk to him? With how easily and naturally he moves away from the subject - he finds it infuriating, though that thought is quickly tinged with a hint of irony.

Apparently, he can dish it out, but he can't take it.

Still...There's something else here, some unspoken past between them. Though even if he asks, he's certain he won't get a straight answer.]

...I do understand. And it is - a comfort.

[Lies, of course. He's been nothing but unnerved and off guard internally since this meeting began.]

Is this sort of memory loss - something you deal with normally? Or are you merely just skilled at your job?

[A little bit of levity, there. Will he dodge it, or...?]