"I like to get involved," White said, tilting his head towards John without looking at him. Pale fingers fiddled with the zipper on his jacket, pondering if he should zip it or not. He finally decided that a human, even a high human, would want a zipped jacket against this storm. Only then did he look up at John. "Did you want something?" A stupid question. Of course he did. No one came to him unless they wanted something.