"I can imagine a great many things, often simultaneously, about anything and everything."

He shifts, and he gets that look, the gears obviously turning in that big thinky brain of his. "I have no intention of interrogating you." He taps a finger against his teacup, hands always seeming to long for some sort of motion when they're not busy casting spells. "However, if we were to take turns? That might be a more fair exchange of information. So, what do you want to drag out of me next, Harleen?"