[ That doesn't surprise him. If anything he's reminded of how it felt when he was reinstated into the civilian realm after the war. Half the points of interest, half the trends and events, flew over his head. More to the point, he just found them useless and frivolous. Hei's breadth of knowledge dealt in violence, weaponry and tactics -- everything specific to one talent, one requirement, one goal. Which was fine when he was a soldier. But as a chameleon, he needed a solid padding of normalcy. Pop culture. Books. Games. A lot of it didn't come easy. Often times, It still doesn't. Other parts ... well, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy absorbing something different. ]

[ With a half-smile, he says. ]

It's a style of dance to translate something. A mood. An idea. A story. Like charades, except more dramatic. [ A beat, before he admits, ] It's how I learnt to polish the nuances of body-language.