God, is that how people see him when he's delighted about a case? Not that he cared so much what people thought, but he wondered if he too was that...bouncy.

John would probably say yes.

But he's pleased at least someone around here--or back home--or elsewhere--has actual sense. "Indeed. Digestion slows me down and takes valuable energy and resources and blood that can be used for more important things, like thinking. And sleep is a waste of time in and of itself." Of course, the detective did sleep, or more like crash, once a case was over, and he didn't mind sleeping in if nothing was on.

Still, it would do to get more information from this man who had sense, and yet, walked around with a cage on his head.

"What is your name?"