"Yes," Pharos agreed simply, unbothered by the silver-haired man's intense, unwavering stare. And feeling that he wouldn't be reacted to with undue hostility to such an action, the boy circled around the table the other male was sitting at in front of the café, until he was standing on the opposite side of the table from him.

"And nothing else?" he said, smiling innocently as he watched him mold and painstakingly bent the eating utensils with his hands. "Impressive."