His shadow reminds Devin vaguely of a marionette - his movements are strange, more angular than they ought to be and yet still fluid, but in an unnerving sort of way. That perturbs him somewhat less than the fact that he's still being followed and pestered, but presenting as aggravated would probably only encourage the stranger. Devin can be patient.

"I haven't missed anything; I simply choose not to take your point. There's a difference," he offers more pleasantly than before. "Why are you so interested in whether or not I'm willing to sever limbs in the middle of the street?"