He moved to lean his hip against a desk as he dropped his hand away from the sketchbook, hugging it closer around himself despite not feeling cold.

Athelstan's initial question was met with an expression of absolute annoyance and disbelief, mouth opening to retort, but Athelstan continued. Dodger. Again. He rolled his eyes.

And then the conversation got very, very confusing and that confusion was written clearly across his face.

"...." He was speechless, not even sure where to start. More than once, he breathed in with every intention to say something, only to exhale, exasperated at himself and overwhelmed.

"... What? What are you talking about? We... we have had sex... And what... What do you mean about Dodger? I don't..." He turned his hands, palms out helplessly.