"I'll not mind if ye leave romantic picnic baskets out of it as well. The only person I'd care to have one of those for is Victoria."

He doesn't know what a whatsit-drake would have to do with that anyway. And he gets the idea that maybe too many questions there would only lead to something he'd rather not care to hear. So, it's off to the Sensoriums - a little faster than before, now that he's got the hang of moving with the forcefields down. Once they're there, he gestures at the doorway, a clear invitation to let Mar go first. He can always go think up his own session later on. This one isn't for him to decide.