Christian resisted the urge to cross his arms across his bare chest. As displeased as he was about having to share something from his personal life, he couldn't slip up now and let it show. 'Christian Spade' had nothing to hide, even if Christian Spade did.
Robert's proclamation made him examine the tea. "You're right, it's decreasing." Resisting the urge to grit his teeth, Christian put on an appropriately nostalgic look. "I went to Coney Island when I was six. It was the first time I had been to an amusement park with real rides." He grinned sheepishly. "My gramps won me a giant stuffed dinosaur at the ringtoss." There. It was true, and had absolutely no relation to the person he was today.