Gellert sat down on the bed, immediately making himself comfortable and leaning back against the pillows, legs crossed at the ankles and an arm folded behind his head. "You think most people are peculiar," Gellert pointed out, "so that you find your flatmate especially so does not guarantee his strangeness."
Though really, even if he did not say so aloud, Gellert was rather inclined to trust Lysander's perception of others. As long as he kept in mind the curious manner in which Lysander's mind worked, they generally tended to form the same impressions of people. With a glance, the tea kettle lifted up to pour two cups of tea, one cup floating over to each man.
"Had any interesting dreams, lately?" Gellert asked, idly stirring a single cube of sugar into his tea.