He hadn't read Inhalants' mind, no, but when he realized what he'd done in setting the cleaner so close to him, it did make him smirk a little. There were so many things down here that the boy could get his hands on - the bright red "flammable" cart being probably the most indicative of those things. It was filled with embalming fluid, among other things necessary to his job.
"Not busy at all," he said. I just finished attempting to patch back together the face of a motorcycle accident victim as his stupid family wanted an open casket. Had to go above and beyond mortal ability for that one, but I managed." Which was why there was still the slight smell of blood and rot lingering in the room. Another hose-down and another layer of the disinfectant and that would be solved. "But I'm free now. You want to stay in here or do you want to go across the hall to my office?" he asked, still toying with the boy's hair.