[ Cue Jefferson making a tutting sound as Sam spills his coffee. Really. ]

You probably won't get anymore than that from anyone here. [ Jefferson tilts his head, studying Sam. ] Most people like to aim high with their delusions. I'm Jesus Christ. I'm Joan of Arc. I'm the president. [ A thoughtful hum. ] I work for the president is a new one.

[ Not that Jefferson genuinely believes the man's mad. Well, he might... just a bit. But he's mad, too, so who is he to judge? ]

I'm Jefferson. I own a tea shop.