He shakes his head, long ragged hair swaying. "I don't think so. The word sounds familiar, like perhaps I read it somewhere, but I don't remember anything in particular about it." He looks thoughtful, in fact, like the lack of the meaning of the word is puzzling to him, but he moves on quickly: "Is that what you are? What I am is called a Promethean, because of the divine fire, but it's such a lofty-sounding word. I don't like to use it much."