Hmm maybe. Who knows. [From where he's sitting, humans don't have anything more going for them than any of the other people he's met know, but then he knows he's probably biased, what with all of the terrible ones he's met. In a way it's nice to hear that maybe they have something going for them after all.

His eyes fall to the books beneath his hands and he runs a hand along one of the open pages.]

Here I promised to actually work and all I've been doing is distracting you, isn't it? [He laughs.]

But distracting you with good conversation I hope. [He knows he's enjoyed it at least.]