He looked curiously down at her, and her tea. He chuckled somewhat nervously at the shark, and averted his gaze from her again, briefly. He was somewhat relieved, though. To hear that someone wasn't afraid of him was rather nice, and in a way, he somewhat enjoyed knowing someone a little worse off than he was. When he met her gaze again, he was greeted with a very odd display of colors. How interesting.
"Something about a shark, and how you're not exactly frightened by me." he said quietly, feeling a little uneasy as she leaned in, but he found himself naturally leaning forward himself, his elbow on the table, and his head held up by his hand.
"So, what are you going to school for?" he asked, trying to change the subject to something a little more friendly than murder and death. He already had rather invasive thoughts about it, and it wouldn't bode well for him to dwell on it.