"I see." Or at least, he's starting to. "It's sort of...putting words to something I already understood, if that makes sense?"

Generally he liked to leave people's intimate lives alone (the novelty wore off a long time ago at an age when he probably shouldn't have been privy to such things) but he couldn't help but pick up on occasional fragments of needs, wants, desires. Or stop himself from comparing them to his own. The result, as with other issues in his life, was an odd fragmentation of knowledge and reservation.

There's a thoughtful bite to the bottom of his lip (a habit he'd never been able to drop) and a look that borders on coy. "And when you said demonstrating before...?" He leaves it hanging, unsure, and quite okay with Irene to take the lead in such things.

It's refreshing not to know it all for once.