[Douman is patient - but patient, perhaps, like a predator or a spider. He simply waits until the young man finally addresses him, and with that, he's calmly giving a little nod of agreement.]

So you do not wish to talk to those of limited intelligence? Mm, an interesting notion. It can be rather difficult, one thinks, to judge based on your own...because what if someone deems you an idiot as well? Alas...

[The man moves to stand - Douman's glittering black eyes follow him, but he's as still as a pond. Its only with his eyes that seems to suggest that a part of him wants to cause something terrible, but he's trying his best to be as obedient as anything.]

Oh, goodness, no! This humble monk will not move to make this game unfair in such a manner! Go ahead. Draw a card.