[ Rex offers Cassandra a wry sort of smile, if you can even call it that; it's more of a crook of the brow and a twist of the lip than anything else. ]

You haven't mentioned a great deal about yourself. [ He pauses to puzzle over a particularly flowy bit of clothing. How does Cassandra wear this stuff? Honestly, he has no idea. It looks like it just gets in the way. He'd probably rip it off of himself in frustration before lasting an entire evening with it. Surely there's a better way to fold it... ]

You've been too concentrated on questioning me for me to return the favour. So? Who are these Norns?