"Nothing you said is incorrect." Or even unflattering, which is nice of him. "I wanted to know how you think of me. There is no wrong answer for what's in your own head." They're not really sure why they wanted to know. It's not like it matters, there was just a moment of curiosity. Now it's lingering a little, though. Curiosity as to what other people think, in their private thoughts, about them.

Maybe not enough to ask anybody else. But it's still there, and it's a kind of new feeling. Weird.