[Ohhh no, here it goes. That's never a good question. It sets the stage for all sorts of embarrassing things, and just sitting there trying to guess what that question might be raises his tension levels again, closing off his throat and making it difficult to even reply. He wants to at least nod his head (even if he'd rather not be asked anything at all), but he feels almost paralyzed. Instead, he's staring again. Staring and waiting for the inevitable, and at this time, hoping it just passes quickly and without incident.]