He kept looking, not moving, calm, collected. Probably turning into stone right there on the spot. Or.. rooting in place.<br/>This was actually quite normal for Ryan, though he didn't do it often. People felt.. uncomfortable when he stared, nearly blankly, at someone in this manner. But it was the perfect way to let his mind wander enough to randomly associate and still keep control of his rational aspects.<br/><br/>A slight nod at Atticus' words. He had heard of this before, and of more obscure matters, too. That didn't concern him, and what did had now been answered to. So he let it slide and stood to his feet again, now to poor the two tea as if he were but a servant himself, listening to how the other man started, but didn't finish, what ever the hell he was trying to word.<br/><br/>Leaning against the desk again, the tea for Atticus still on the silver platter, he stirred, then sipped and tilted his head such a small bit it was hardly noticeable.<br/><br/>"Try again," he said "Start over, Louis. I promise I won't bite."