[Kaname's gaze linger's on Conrad's chest. He seen several of those scars before, but it's the fresh marks and bruises that capture his interest. His mind tells him to leave, to continue down the hallway, but it's almost as if he is being compelled to step forward as he enters the room. He knows exactly what the collar does, and yet, he cannot turn away from it or Conrad. He's tempted by something he doesn't understand.
He feels anger and frustration surfacing at his inability to turn away, but tries to keep it at bay as he steps in front of the bed, where he is sitting. Conrad looks tired and unsettled. But, for the most part, he is able to mask his thoughts. Even so, that doesn't stop Kaname from asking the most obvious question, the light and cordial tone of his voice deepening.]