Another drink of his coffee, but this time with a calming inside. Pushing up his sleeve, slightly, "See this small scar? I burned my hand in this very shop... twenty-five years ago. It was huge on my hand, originally. Over the years as my hands grew, it got smaller. Yet I know if you ask... Vi, I think her name is... I'm sure she'd remember this from about two years ago. I was the little kid whose father sent him 'here' to get goodies. I always had a red and white ball, bouncing on the walkway outside as I ran up and down the street."
He saw the concern in her eyes. "Honestly, it helps talking about this. You can ask me anything and I'm sure... or I hope... you'll see I'm not mad. A little nutty, yes... but I was even when I was a child. That hasn't changed". With that, Rex stuck out his tongue, slightly, grinning.
"I can feel something from your mind... a light and gentle probe. If possible.. and I know nothing about this.. but if possible, I would let you see into my mind. Maybe real memories have a different 'realness' to them than imagined ones. I admit, I would love to know myself that this isn't some fabrication I have created."
Rex stood and stretched his arms high above, then back and forth to both sides. "Lady Phaedra, it was a pleasure meeting you and I hope to continue this conversation soon", taking her hand, a small yet thoughtful kiss on it's back. "Sophie, I feel I ignored you and I apologize. Your friend here soused me out quickly and I was suddenly unable to break away and be properly polite."
"I must go now. No, you didn't see me last night. At the moment I'm slightly confused with day and night. I get at times, especially here in this shop, a flood of memories. It's... unsettling and I have to sort them all out unless I appear to be a raving lunatic." Reaching inside his coat, he put a few bills on the table. "Farewell for now, Lady... I know we'll speak again very soon."
And with that, he was quickly out the door.