Richards eyes narrowed, as if trying to bore a hole through the center of her bed. Did she know? Was this code talk for something? Was she one of THOSE girls? But then the moment passed. Just when he thought she would progress, she moved on about a stage production and his defensive demeanor changed. She didn't know. Or did she? This one was a tricky one. Then she produced a pamphlet about a play and went on to explain it. He relaxed a little more.<br/><br/>"Oh, you kids these days, with all that gender stuff...its something I refuse to write about despite the niche group of fans who want to see something more like that and less traditional gender roles." He paused and sipped from his cup of coffee. "But why do you bring this play up?"<br/><br/>Richard was clearly not used to interacting face to face with people. Some might say he had a touch of Aspergers, missing out on the usual social cues people normally were able to pick up. But his mind was often wondering off to other places, traveling a mile a minute, so perhaps that was it as well.