Her last words are what get his attention, and he pauses in the middle of running the towel roughly through thick hair. He turns to give her a long look of hesitant curiosity, before dropping his arms to tie the towel around his waist and make a noise somewhere between a sigh and a laugh.

"I wouldn't have figured that someone who'd got the truth out of me would have wanted to come around more often and make friends. I'm not blowing you off, so please don't think badly of me for saying it. But if it weren't for very special circumstances, you really might never see me again. Even if you were looking. Would you really want a relationship - by that, I mean friends; I wouldn't want to be presumptuous - with something so different?"