"Not yet, no," he says, though he takes a moment to consider. But no, nothing quite like this.

And it's obvious that John is distracted by all the little things: the little line of pennants between two stalls, the lattice of wood that makes up a railing, in the distance the shape of the Blushing Mermaid. His robes are swaying as he aborts movements to look here or there.

"If that's all right. A walk would be... nice."

He wants to see! Everything!