He tries to laugh at Moon, but it's a little hollow.

He just nibbles at the torte. It's wonderful. Almost beyond belief. It's like a sort of dream, being here. And yet...

...it's bright, and huge, and loud, and there are so many strange faces, powerful beings, not even human. They pretend humanity, but they are all shards of humanity too sharp and bright.

He wants to run away from them all for a while. He's much better meeting people one at a time.