Let me see. Since I am here to check on you, after all. In exchange, I'll show you mine, though it's just on my arm.

( As much as he'd love to go straight to a bedroom, he picks one of the couches near the piano. Couches are comfortable, and he's heard he enjoys the piano, so it's nice to have near, right? He just needs to sit, or he'll get too tired.

That last question startles another laugh out of him, though, this one more breathy and quiet than his earlier ones. )

Warning, for you? What sort of warnings should I have expected? That you'd see through my icy eyes and somehow straight into my thorny heart?

I doubt there's anything that would trouble me.