"Do I?" Poe stirs his latte, then dunks one of the biscotti in it. "You do, actually. A little."
He takes a bite from the cookie and watches Ben, regarding him for a moment as he chews. When his mouth is no longer full, he shrugs, a smile playing across his face.
"But if I tried to explain myself, you'd think I was crazy, so it doesn't matter."