Illya shrugs one shoulder, which isn’t confirming or denying anything. But it’s pretty obvious she’s right, he’s not exactly subtle about what he likes and his eyes are definitely wandering. But since he’s usually a very private kind of guy this is not a conversation he usually has with… literally anyone. He’s not prude, not exactly but there’s just certain things that he’s learned are supposed to be talked about in private, if at all. But this place seems to take ‘private’ to a whole different level.

“Different strokes for different people.” He says, which probably indicates he can imagine that very well. But that’s Illya for you, he has his own particular set of issues to work through. He’s looking at the exhibition with the intent of someone who may be taking notes in his mind, and he tilts his head.

“Do you think you enjoy anything in this place? You do not look enthused, so far.”