*blinks at you owlishly, a little unfocused, a little uncomprehending (and the utter mortification hasn't caught up with him yet, but give it five minutes or so)*
You understand why I need to tell you that?
N-no. Maybe. *frowns* No. I know that.
tea
*uncrosses and re-crosses his arms, looking away as you get to your feet* *murmurs rather trustingly (you don't have to say any more)* Okay. *and, though he's not really hungry:* Are there any more cookies?