[Although the cadence of Gen’s reply makes it more than obvious what he thinks of the information that Liem volunteers, fortunately, his contemptuous stare is aimed at the oblivious back of the older man’s head. Liem makes a small ’hmm’ under his breath in answer, but he doesn’t stop his brisk walk through the quiet streets, nor aim any further looks back at the horrible teenager following him.]

I’m a priest, [he says mildly.] And a businessman. Though neither vocation seems especially relevant anymore.

[He’s perfectly aware that Gen wasn’t asking about his profession, but somewhat refreshingly, for once he doesn’t feel like the line of questioning is born from fear and suspicion. It seems, bluntly speaking, like the young man simply thinks that he looks weird. And for that reason, he doesn’t feel at all obligated to give him a straight answer.]

In any case, I’m not any of those things. I’ve no aptitude for the arcane, and my parents were both human.

[At least, they were when they were alive. It’s just a technicality that one of them died days before he was conceived.

After a moment, he adds,] What’s a movie?