"So what do you like to do?" I asked a new client, inspecting her as if looking over a pince-nez. In fact, if I had a pince-nez, I would have been looking over it. As it is, I don't even wear glasses.
"I read a lot of books," she said with a brave attempt at a smile. "Like, a lot of books."
"So do I," I admitted. "What type of books?"
There was a pause.
"I read a lot of fantasy adventure." It was a confession. But I encouraged her with a smile. "Trilogies, really, or longer series, like, like... uhm..."
She faltered for a minute. "Harry Potter," she almost whispered.
"That's no bad thing," I said. "I love Harry Potter. What about The Hunger Games?" I prompted.
"Oh yes," she ejaculated with more enthusiasm. "I love The Hunger Games, but I saw the films before I read the books. I've got a Mockingjay pin, but..."
"You're not wearing it now," I interrupted.
I'd already scanned her neckline. Around it she was wearing a fire symbol which looked vaguely familiar - not a Mockingjay.
"This?" She held up the metal symbol. "It's the symbol for Dauntless."
"Are you Dauntless?"
"I don't know," she said. "I'm Divergent."
"I think everyone is, up to a point," I said. "But if you had to choose, what would you choose?"
"What about you?"
I paused. For a while, I'd been the one asking questions. But now she'd asked me one.
I really like answering questions. I'm not good at asking them. I'm not really good at asking anything, really, but I love answering questions - it allows me to show off my knowledge as well as add a dash of ill-deserved egocentricity. Especially if the question's about me. But then I've read a lot of books and talked to a lot of people. And I've answered a lot of questions. And - thinking about all that while I relished the chance to answer one more question, having already shown that I know exactly what she was talking about - I already had the answer.
"Erudite," I grinned at her. "As I'm sure you'll find out."
Now ask me a question.