"I suppose so." He'll admit there's plenty of different types of people.

Zephyr ducks inside when X holds the door for him, absently turning back to check if X has any intent about where to sit. Then-- "Where'd that come from?" he wants to know. "I mean, I've done my fair share of tracking and recovery and dealing with mysterious culprits, I guess, but I wouldn't say I'm a detective, no."