When the silence was broken again and she told him about France, his eyebrow curled in some sort of puzzlement, why was she still talking at all? He kept staring ahead, his lips pursed in a thin line when he wasn't sipping his tea.
He ignored her, secretly wondering about France and the mentioned dissertation, but hiding it carefully. She could talk if she wanted, he wasn't going to show any interest, it was like a dark game to him, he had to play by his own rules, and he treated every one the same.