He lets his hands rest on the table, fingers woven together, and breathes out slowly, letting silence fall for a bit.

But after a while there's a small thing in the back of his head that bothers him and he frowns when he looks back at her, gaze having drifted out the window. Voice a little careful.

(One day, he might learn how to inhibit his persistant curiosity and need for information, his will to set all things straight. But the odds aren't all that good.)

"Can I ask you another question?"