[ It is a difficult thing to explain. They're not sure they even get it after he finishes trying to do it - they guess they understand having a certain image, but the way image and status works in the human world is just so different and reliant on abstract values, too. They shake their head. ]

I'm a private gem, too. [ They muse, brushing off his shoulder with their knuckles before finally letting go of him. ] You're just nosy.

[ And they're not, which is probably an equal part in why they never end up talking about him. ]

Besides, it's not that hard to believe. Because you don't want to talk about it, I figured you just don't want me to know... and that's fine.

[ He says it's not a secret, and that they're entitled to know whatever they want, but obviously, he doesn't like talking about this sort of stuff. Which they're fine with; it's not their place to go digging into other people's business if they're not wanted there. ]