[The answer is perfect, and said in such a way Vayne feels a compulsion to grant the man some sort of award. How familiar.]

[The questions are unusual, however, and Vayne speaks slowly, curiouser still. He can, say, make his own story here, but what will it accomplish? The truth has always been far more entertaining, the ends of it so ludicrous -]
"To many, Espers are but tools, relics to remind Hume the arresting quality of deities and wherein the deifacted heel finds purchase in the backs of those who worship them; Espers were but the unwilling implements of their will, and through them Occurian influence did seek the continuing line of Dynast Kings, controlling history, prosperity, change, from shade and shadow." [His lips twitch.] "The story, the idea, is not oft shared lest power slips further from unworthy hands, and that my words have grabbed your ear says for me than for a passerby so unaware. Most would claim madness, heat, depravity - but you?" [Clearly they both would be told off for being mad.]