The young man nodded at the retreating salesman, glancing back at Colt. He shrugged his shoulders lightly. "I'm not comfortable with stating who I am in a crowd," he said simply, smile continuing to be gentle and comforting. "And a routine would be nice, I suppose," he added in a slightly quieter tone, an awkward flush rising to his face as he pursed his lips. He was bad at talking to people sometimes- make that most of the time.<br/>Brightening into his usual smile again, he inquired, "Would you like to go to my, er, place, first? It will be quieter there." He hoped he didn't seem like any sort of trouble-maker, a nervousness starting to settle onto his expression.