Alright, so Cecilia was ignoring him. That wasn't exactly a surprise, but it would have been nice to at least be able to gauge how much longer he'd be out there properly. But fine, her voice was annoying anyway. He raised an eyebrow at Ishaan and smirked, pleased with himself for getting under the guy's skin, before resting his head back and closing his eyes, relaxing. He didn't open them again until he heard Oliver, who thankfully wasn't hovering over him yet. The guy was huge, and he didn't need someone obstructing the sun. Plus, he just didn't want to look at the fag.
"Still waiting on that towel," he told Ishaan as he settled again, eyes closed. "I thought Canada had the other Indians. Feather, not dot." The new guy was an easier target.