"There ain't no flint and lighter fluid, if that's what yer wonderin'," Claude stated without glancing at the boy. The flicker of flame dispersed, and he pressed that hand against his chin. "It's 100% me." And evolution, but he wasn't about to explain that process.

But he would play the other guy's game. Claude had nothing to lose for the time being. "Distinguish, hm?" He tapped a finger. "They're 'pparently high ranked. Likely part of this project. That's about all we got in terms of distinguishin' facts. Tho'." The man chuckled. "Ya could request an appointment with the General if ya wanted."

That would be fun.