[he glances up from his bowed head -- the contents of the drawer are currently very interesting, he's been making a point of that -- and his gaze lingers on the glimpse of skin Theo has decided to grace him with.

until the question knocks him out of it and he's back to the drawers, moving on to another one. floss, toothbrush, toothpaste, washcloths. he doesn't know what he's looking for aside from holding back the answer. when was the last time someone asked him that?]

Wow, okay. Well, there's not a lot to know. [dirty liar!] You want a background story? [a small laugh as he fiddles with a pack of floss] It's okay if you're just trying to fill the silence. Tell you what: you get one question, any question, and I'll tell the truth.