Troy sat back in the chair looking at her, frowning quietly as he slowly looked her over; hopefully not in a creepy sort of way, but definitely in the way that suggested he was sizing something up about her, getting a taste or sense of something. He set his tea down, then slowly reached forward to take hers and removed it from her grip, turning to set it down next to his own. Rubbing hands together, Troy then turned back to face her and gave her a look.
"You've been quiet tonight, far quieter than you usually are; no, I don't mean that you're a big talker, but you always have something to say, more to say, more to think about. Yet, you've taken more time to really plot tonight, and more than that, you've found yourself lost in thought far more than you ever do. I've noticed that you've been toying along with something in your head; now, of course I'm not going to pry it out of you. You have every right to your secrets, to your thoughts, to whatever. And of course, it's not my right to pry, but I need to make sure everything is alright with you Clara."
He stared at her a moment, "And of course you know that if you have anything to talk about, you can always talk about it with me. I'm here for that sort of thing, I may not always be the best at it, but I'll do my best at it, that's for sure."
It was about that time that he just let everything go silent as he studied her, then finally turned to return the tea to her, having removed it so she couldn't use it as a distraction and not really hear him out right, then grinned, "And good! No Orange County dreams for you. Brain burning sounds to be a terrible thing."