[He narrows his eyes. Then again, if he hadn't already been dwelling on it for most of the morning, he'd have been even unhappier about the question.]

It's hard to say. [A pause.] Well, no, that's not true. More like I don't really want to say it. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

[There's another clinking noise as his grip on the the mug tightens.]

I know what he was, though. He wasn't human.