He followed her inside. "Ah, thank you," he said simply as she offered to make tea. Once in the apartment, he found himself very focused on a small strip of her bare back that was made visible by her stretch. Thankfully, her back was to him, so she couldn't see the dumbfounded staring and subsequent shaking of his head. No, this was not the time for that. Come to think of it, was there ever a time for that?
As she wandered into the kitchen and began preparing the tea kettle, he leaned against the counter, nodding. "Yes, I do." With that formality out of the way, he could consider her question. "No, actually. I was in an enormous fish bowl, if you can believe that." He pursed his lips. "The riddle on the wall dictated that we play a game of hide and seek. It all but spelled out my fable's identity for them." He scowled, raking his fingers through his hair before clamping his thin fingers on either side of his jaw. Though he had distanced himself from that realization during the "game," he had the time and energy to dwell on it. And he was very unhappy.