He looked over at 'Antoinette' with a lean forward. His hand lightly rubbed her back. He was a lot more forward than his previous self. Everyone was either a part in his life or they were background noise that often faded away within minutes. He could tell that she was playing a little game of cat and mouse. It made him smirk.

"I'm boring you already? That's a record. I thought my professors did a good enough job curing insomnia." His finger tip lightly stroked the length of the glass subconsciously. He denied himself on more than one occasion. Maybe he shouldn't be so closed off this time.