[he looks like he's about to laugh, amused eyes and lips threatening to break wide as their corners quiver. the people that know him know not to ask him that, and the people that don't usually aren't given time to. there's nowhere for him to hide here, however, and the two of them are faced with the uncomfortable reality of figure it out or wait.

neither of them want to wait.

for his guarded interior, he is all lazy movements and relaxed posture. free hand rests between his legs, his knee nearly knocking into hers, but not quite. both himself and his energy takes up space, encroaching on everyone (and thing) around him.]

Not really. Ever played twenty questions? You ask one thing, I ask the next. It's like a speed round of getting to know someone. How's that sound?