Not at all, Mister Zelgadiss... [He carefully tucks his hair behind his ear. Him, losing his touch? Perish the thought.] The mental imagery was simply too much.

[So he says while twirling his forefinger after scooping a bit of ice cream on it. He sticks it in his mouth.]

What a misfortune to have missed your friend during her visit. So Freion is the Inspector you're working with.