[Sexby vaguely remembered the relationship between green blood and 'vulcan', so nodded,] Do they not? Ah. I can see why it would be so disturbing, then. [He hesitated himself for a moment,] The sort of memory you want to talk about, or the sort I should leave well alone? [Sexby didn't really see the value in talking things through, but if she did, he would go along with it. Besides, he was quite curious as to what would make someone who didn't dream dream.]