( each answer and explanation is duly noted, filed away in the mental cabinet of his mind for later processing. in order to properly participate in the game, he must naturally understand the rules to which is he bound. every so often he takes a drink of his tea, not minding that it has cooled quite significantly since the beginning, but by and large he sits quietly in his chair, unmoving save for the occasional blink of his eyes and the vertical movement of his teacup.

and if the majority of the explanation is more clinical in nature, then that too is only to be expected. he would never wish to pry into anyone's private affairs, whether they be friend or complete stranger.

it is strange to hear about the wealth of free time here—but then again, he supposes in order to foster the sorts of relationships and lifestyle this place craves, excess free time is a must. hard to properly enjoy oneself if every little thing must be scheduled out two weeks in advance. )

No Pankration for you here, then?

( it's....partly a joke, the upward lilt to his voice his attempt at a tease, but his tries at humor have always fallen flat. yet another thing he hasn't quite gotten the hang of yet. moving on: )

But it sounds as though you've settled in quite well. ( the news that he has those he doesn't mind spending time with is welcome. ) And are still exercising your creative talents. What sorts of contraptions do you, ah, 'tinker' with here?

( his boxing gloves had already been quite the impressive accomplishment. it's hard not to be curious about what else he might make. )