He dropped his eyes. He didn't know what had come over him. It was all he could do not to blush. He reached up and absently ran his fingers through his hair. "Someone set up a bar somewhere here," he murmured. "I remember reading about it."
He swallowed and looked up at him again. "Something random... Ah... Let's see. I keep houseplants," he said eventually. "Lots of them. My mother always had them when I was young, and now a house seems... I don't know, almost dead without them."