How courteous of you. [ Tap, tap, go his fingers against the wood. ]

You can assume that I am familiar with the broad strokes of every single one of you, along with some... specific details as I'm sure you have noticed. I do not know everything however, but enough to paint a clear picture. Think of it as slicing into a 10 layer chocolate cake—you may not know the proportions of butter or sugar used, but you could certainly tell that it wasn't tiramisu.