[Now, on the one hand, Martin is sort of stalking this person unwillingly and he's willing to take some talking to for the trouble. On the other, he's not going to take just anything. He frowns at the boy, brows knitting together.]

You're contradicting yourself. I asked if you were from here and you're calling me stupid, even though you just said there are people from here. I've never heard of... Ooo. Or met someone made of grass. Those sound like things out of a dream.