[ What an abrupt subject change, and one that fully catches Dokja's attention as he turns his head back toward the hall with a bewildered look. It takes a few seconds for him to catch up with what this is supposed to be, and after a brief, stunned silence, something very close to a small laugh escapes past his lips.

Really, as much as he appreciates the effort, he has to admit that it's clumsy. But in a comical, endearing sort of way. ]

You've been talking to Han Sooyoung.

[ He shifts to a more comfortable position, making it so that he's not twisting around to face Eustace as he shuffles around so that his back is against the couch cushions in a proper sit. It's not exactly the ideal for a conversation with so much distance between the two of them, but Dokja doesn't want to invite the other man next to him when the night is so late and sleep should be had by at least one of them. He'll just entertain this one question before pressing the matter again. ]

But no, not here. It doesn't work like that in this place. I have to eat normal food again.