"Pretentious." Corvo repeats, and looks...a bit amused, truthfully. He hadn't thought about it like that, but there was certainly truth to it, now that he did. And it suited the Outsider, really. The odd part was that this man seemed to think that the pretentiousness of the name wasn't fitting.

But he has questions, and Corvo focuses his thoughts on those, instead. It certainly wasn't an easy one, because he truthfully...isn't entirely sure.

"The same way he knows...everyone, I suspect." That's not a good answer, and Corvo squints at the fire, absent-mindedly worrying his lip as he tries to expand on it. Certainly, it's nothing he's ever had to explain before. "He simply knows. He's seen our pasts, he can look at the paths of the future, and he watches the present unfold. Like a child with a jar of ants." There's a pause, and a small, annoyed look.

"A jar which he enjoys shaking, on occasion."