If we do that, we'll miss out on their conversation. [See? Literally no real qualms about surveillance.] We can see them through the window at least. And there are other ways to find out more, I suppose.

[Actually, he doesn't just suppose; he knows. There's a sort of cryptic pleasure writ in his expression before he regards Tenjoin.]

Besides, you seem interested in talking about me. So, you want to know about my vessel form...

[He pauses like he's thinking of how to arrange his thoughts, but he's probably just biding his time.]

I think it went well enough. Why do you ask?