"You can tell Arthur he's a tough son of a bitch." Now, outside of the annoyance of trying and failing to kill the guy, David can properly appreciate it.

A pause. "I suppose it is nice, yes. Sometimes when I talk to people in the ordinary way it's a bit like..."

A soft chuckle as the image comes to him. "Like a mirror maze, or more like a mirror made of clear glass. Think I'm going one way and then there's a wall."