Is it that controversial a topic? [Technically, everything is a chemical depending on its physical state, or so he considers it. They're nothing but big bodies of flesh that somehow gained consciousness. Still, he snorts, imagining some sort of flat earth or conspiracy theory as he reaches to rub the tension away from the back of his neck with a very uncouth yawn.] A butler, then? Is that what you call it?

[That would explain most of the demeanor and the cadence of his words. Diplomatic at best, polite at a distant worst. It would also explain the sewing kit in his pocket, though the air shifts in a way that Mamoru has been feeling over and over since he arrived, and can't really describe. It's odd, and off-putting, it makes him wrinkle his nose as he looks around with a frown.] Wasn't resting. Just people watching. [He says this with a slight lilt of humor.]