Rasmus Rune was a very serious, very opinionated person. And for some ridiculous reason, Lucas found that amusing.
As for his file, Lucas would assure him that the only thing the clinic was hiding from him was their own personal notes on his behavior and Lucas was sure that the nature of them was not kindly intended so allowing Rasmus to read them would be folly.
The question about furries had Lucas half-choking and half-laughing. "Mr Rune, I assure you, not that I need to because everyone is allowed their own ... thing but I am not dressing up as a dragon and making it a sex thing." And even if he did that sort of thing, he would do it without shame. There was no point in being embarrassed about things these days. There was a support and pride group for everyone and everything. Granted, Lucas did raise his eyebrows at people who dressed up like furry animals and then had sex in the costumes but he had to remind himself that what was weird to him was normal for someone else.
"I've always had an admiration for dragons," he changed the subject a bit, at least back to why he liked dragons so much. "When I was a kid, I wanted to grow wings and fly." Far, far from the strange life he came to know. Lucas shrugged. "Dragons were a vision of strength. What child doesn't wish to be strong?"
Strong enough to stand up to his parents.
Rasmus was still leaning a bit in from his attempt to peek at his file and Lucas noticed how really purple his eyes were. Those were some damn good contacts.
"Breakfast? Oh, I hadn't thought much of that. Cereal and bagels, I guess." He bit his lip, chewed on it for a little while. "Does that sort of thing make a difference in this town?" Tapestries, he'd said. Like he was a connoisseur of fine curtains. "What would you serve in a B&B then? If you could choose?"