[He barely even registers that he's still holding the camera as he adjusts his suit lapels. Or he would, if he was still wearing the suit. He forgot it was the shirt, still stained with blood that just wouldn't wash out. Eeesh... awkward. But he doesn't let it puncture his ego.]

I'm the Once-ler! You've probably heard of me - founding father of the thneed? And you woke up in my apartment here, so I should be the one asking that question, really. But I'll let it slide! I know you just showed up there, like I did a couple of months back. You sure you don't want to sit down, get your bearings?

[He's slipping into chattering business man mode, barely giving Sakuya a chance to nip a word in edgewise until he's done.]