When you'd been around the proverbial block as many times as the Bull had, you learned not to take anything at face value, and not to expect anything. Having watched the streets outside move around for no reason a few times now, he was actually surprised to realize the idea of someone knowing him but having no memory of him had never occurred to him. It raised the hairs on the back of his neck, made the shaved skin of his pate crawl. Not only did he know this admittedly handsome man, but they knew each other pretty well by the sound of it. The guy's mannerisms reaffirmed the familiar tone, the moniker.

Great. More weird crap. He gave the newcomer a shake of his head, opting for honesty, at least in admission. There was nothing telling in his face or his posture that suggested Nida knowing him without the opposite being true scared the shit out of him.

"Sorry. I think I'd remember a guy like you."