Theodore had no idea what to make of where this was going. He'd intended to be caught out, but either Blaise had not realized he'd been purposefully doing that to keep him out of his own head, or he'd just enjoyed it enough to go with it. Unfortunately, that still didn't answer the question of why Blaise had been peeking inside his head in the first place, which was rather naughty of him.
In an entirely different way from the way Theodore's side of it had been naughty. Whatever Blaise's reasons were, Theodore had been right to be a bit wary of him.
Except now he was just confused. Confused because he'd had a fantasy about Blaise and enjoyed it more than he'd expected, and Blaise had been witness to it, and neither of them had called the other's bluff. It wasn't going away, exactly, but Theodore didn't really see how to bring it back to the point where he could call Blaise's bluff. Things had gotten complicated, and fast.
The only thing he could see to do was to go along with the conversation. "Mmhm," he murmured, the smallest of smiles on his face. "It really does."
After a moment's hesitation, his hand moved again, rolling up his sleeve to reveal his own left forearm. There was no tattoo, obviously, but he looked at it as if he was imagining it there. Then he shrugged and picked up his fork, taking a bite of food to avoid saying anything else.