He's never had to guard his mind from magic users - it's an open book for those who can prod it. Wild around the edges, emotional, heat licks at the edges as the only possible protection. His mind's eye goes with his words and thoughts.

He could be annoyed at so easily being understood, he sees the subtle shift though does not understand what it means. But the correction is enough, with the attempt to explain, he relaxes a little.

"Can you find people?"