[Well, there's a lot of questions of his own he could ask for clarification, if he really cared to talk more. Which he doesn't. Ian shifts a bit, a sign of how uncomfortable he's already getting, but tries to cover it up with simply changing which leg is crossed over the other. Leaning back, he tries to keep his voice cool, but it's hard to accomplish anything when you're talking to someone who knows you so well.]
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I don't feel anything, anymore. I can't say.