The question seems to confuse the man for a moment, his excited if queasy smile failing as he glances at the floor and ponders. Does he? There was the being who he suspects of being kin, though that one was far more touchy to begin with. The girl with the drawings and the girl on the library steps didn't warrant inspection, did they? No, of course not. They were just normal human girls. What about the man made of energy? Surely he should have leapt at the chance with that one. How foolish to be so briefly dazzled to overlook his academic duties.

The awkwardly long time it's taking Micolash to mull out a response to the question, one may think he'd forgotten entirely he was having a conversation, such as it is. If nothing else, maybe it'll at least clue in Faris that this man isn't really...right? Or he's just outrageously sleep-deprived perhaps. The way he drones and halts his words and the ringed, exhausted eyes are passable clues.

"...I don't. Believe so?" Micolash finally ventures, though he sounds unsure. Blast this feeble human brain and it's patchy, unreliable memories!