Christine flips the bread and turns back towards him, giving him a curious look. "Why do you say that?" When she walked in the door he had a whole spread of books laying before him, so perhaps it's the amount of information that makes it more likely for things to slip through the cracks. Or perhaps he's putting himself down again; becoming the ogre of the story who can barely turn the pages with his big, meaty hands because he can't see himself any other way.