[As soon as his wrist is released Ian's leaning against the nearest stalk of bamboo, arms crossed in front of him. The very picture of casual indifference to an outside, that's Ian.
He shakes his head in response to Souji, sighing. Really, he doesn't need to ask anything else.]
You've already told me what I needed to know. How about you? Where do you want me to start with all this?
[Don't misunderstand; 'all this' is Kiseki. Everything else is currently still off the table.]