[For few moments, Alois still looks angry, and like he's trying to think of something really, really mean to say. Then he exhales, his embers burning low, seeming to lose most of his fight. That happens more and more often these days; when he first came, he was very combative, but now he frequently just simmers.]

We-e-ell... A lady should have her privacy. [But don't think he's completely done being mean: he looks her up and down, eyes moving slowly and critically, like he's inspecting livestock—and he doesn't seem to like what he sees.] For all that you are a lady, [he says snidely. Then he perks up. (His moodswings still persist.)] I know a spot that's lots more private. Well, a couple of spots, but I wouldn't give them all away... Anyway, if you tell me what on Earth's your trouble, I could show you!

[Doesn't that kind of defeat the point of being private?! But he likes secrets.]