He looks up, and it's as though copying a pattern: Brows lift, head cants; an approximation of interest, and tonight, poorly-sketched. There's a certain stillness to its animation, gum in the joints.

Technically, there is nothing different.

"Oh?" He doesn't drink. Hasn't been honest of that in a time, can't say himself whether Julius recalls (no doubt, there have been other eyes). "Mugs are in the cupboard."