He was eying a pile of cds on a shelf just opposite to them when she asked him a question. He snapped out of his little daze which was honing in on what he could loot home. "Hmmm...uh..." he scratched his head just behind his ear. "Well, it's not like you. It's kind of like exotic food going into my body. It's new, it tastes good, but it burns like hell." He kept eying the shelf. "I just know I want it. Because...well because I don't have it. It doesn't feel like what it does for you." Not even Josie had asked him those kind of questions. Then again Josie had been his own plaything whose feelings he'd manipulated.