The palm is, of course, missed, because the man can't see. But Majima talks long enough that he derails Micolash's thoughts that he pipes down and patiently waits to hear out his questions with his hands folded in his lap. As the questions keep coming, he can't keep an eager smile off his face or the same giddiness from making his fingers twitch. Majima doesn't know the bear he's baiting here. Or maybe he does. Japan's got some characters.

"The Waking is what we know as...reality. The plane of mortals, of man and beast." Micolash gestures wide and grandly, his motions always languid, like some kind of odd underwater grace. "This place is a Dream, of course. A portion of the Nightmare Frontier, perhaps, or a pocket formed by another Great One for reasons only She would know fully. I've yet to find this Dream's Host, or its creator. But rest assured I will continue to seek them!"

He's getting more animated as he goes on, talking faster and with greater eagerness. These are all his favourite topics! And someone wants to hear them! What a marvelous day! "Some people are more. In-tune with what the Great Ones have to say, or to seeing the evidence of Their influences and presence. I would, perhaps...discourage others with no exposure to the unworldly simply pulling on a cage and listening. The experience may prove, eheh. A mite overwhelming? Their voices are unlike anything the Waking has to offer, after all. But one can slowly acclimate, learning lesser Truths over time..."