[ he lets a rather quiet hum, and his shoulders draw up, because he's pinching his wrists between his knees. looks like the one she's just made are hard to miss, and while it could be easily mistaken for something 'bashful,' alois knows a bit too much.
he can only guess, though. and, he won't press it. simply for familiarity's sake. he'd hate to be pressed himself, even though, his plan off attack would only be to laugh it off and claim he's 'never done anything he hasn't wanted.'
tiny, tiny sigh. ] If you're sure, then. [ although, he does wish she'd at least play along. there isn't any getting around the uncomfortableness about those kind of things, but it's how he deals. to act as though it's nothing, and never will be. ]
Nill? What are you in here for? [ it's a blunt question, yes, but he's rather conversational about it. simple curiosity tugging him. ] You seem much too sweet for prison.