[There's a long pause where it seems like he might not answer before he finally speaks up again. His 'voice' is very even, as if he's trying to keep any and all emotion out of it.]

<I have reasons for my secrets. We all do - I'm sure you have some of your own. But trying to pry it out of me isn't going to win you any points, Bambi.>

[He can morph into things that would eat you for breakfast. Or maybe lunch.]

<I'd like to get back home though. We kind of have a war to fight.>