"I wouldn't say it's affected any intimate areas of my life. Overall secrecy, yes. But telepathy... Not really. I know what people like, and that. Let's just say that's useful." There's a bright eyed, mischievous smile to accompany that last part. Even though he's so very polite, he's also being much more frank than convention usually dictates. And that's fun.

"My partner's needs aside, it's also --well, it leaves me wondering. It's so difficult for anyone to surprise me." He looks Irene in the eye when he says, "And I want to be surprised, I do. I want suspense. I want shivers up my spine."

It's only a touch tremulous.

"But at the same time it's, I feel--"And he loses the ability to measure out his words so carefully. "I'm not ashamed of my abilities. Giving them up completely would be beyond alarming, the closest I can come to describing it is like chopping off an arm, but at the same time I --I want to know. I want to know what it's like not to know, or come close to it. I want to give it up to someone," and he puts his glass aside, before holding up cupped hands, "like that. And let them take charge for a little while. For once."

His hands are lowered once more as he looks at Irene, head tilted and eyes searching as if to ask does this make sense?