After an extended period of semi-comatose staring while the man excused himself from the table, what would seem to be the broadcasting of his complete lack of sanity actually served a very important function for the young snake. As they spoke over him, Basil's brain was working through some very complicated processes. He had used the pronoun "we", and was smart enough to realize that it wasn't "correct" given he hadn't been referring to the fellow beside him. Until now he had never felt compelled to do so before, and what would have otherwise seemed to be a small semantical blunder on his part actually felt somehow... right. Appropriate. He could not put into words this cloud that overcame him. Perhaps that quick yet jarring display of power had set something into motion. Knocked a cog loose; disturbed some deep, hidden part of him. But that seemed too dramatic a possibility. Fantastical worse case scenario-- a feeling was just a feeling. With a little thought on the matter, he didn't see the harm in continuing to defer from the pronoun "I". It was just a word after all... Wasn't it?
As a rule, when Basil had no apt responses or the conversation disinterested him, he said nothing at all.
He gave a brief, sidelong glance to the gray Frei beside him. A hint of a smirk. At least he had gotten his momentary thrill. Imparted something unique and memorable upon him... They would definitely have to do that again sometime. As his brain churned slowly and deliberately, Basil began to steadily regain a sense of livelihood after expending so much energy at once. His eyes dilated out and for the first time that evening, his hood had come down so as to allow his skin to breathe. While she remained concerned for him still, Genevieve always found herself refreshed by the sight of Basil's uncovered head, reaching affectionately to tussle the dusky locks. She smiled somewhat, leaning down once more to speak against his ear, "Look, babe. See how excited yer' friend is? Xan's going t'put on a show-- pay attention, ya' might like it."
Basil mumbled near inaudibly, "Maybe we will," proceeding then to chew the sleeve of his arm warmer.
