“Sophisticated,” he could respect a man that could train in ballroom dancing, having heard it was quite a rigorous activity. Studio art, that was more a broad spectrum in his eyes but still required a large amount of talent, “and do you keep up with either of them around here?” He was curious really, someone who trained in such things should want to keep a focus on them throughout his career right? "Chinese is good and all but you’re starving an hour after eating the stuff,“ he didn’t mind though, with as fast a metabolism as he had he could just snack on something else whenever he needed to. He could feel the other starting to loosen up and he was grateful for that, "What about your family, any brothers and sisters?” He tried to think of subjects that were easy enough to think of on the spot, but mundane enough to get lost in so he’d continue to forget about their problem.
“Found one dance partner.” Noah replied simply, not wanting to get too much more into it than that. “Bit rough on me, but he’s trained more. I’d be more interested in a different kind of dance partner, but I seem to have shitty luck with that.” Now Noah’s attention was circling more inward, having to figure out the pieces inside of himself that he spent so long trying not to pay attention to. At least he forgot about the stuck elevator. “I was always starving.” He said quietly. “And family? No idea. I had parents once. I think my father was tall. My mother was blonde. They put me up for adoption when I was two and I haven’t seen them since, I don’t even have a picture. If I have any siblings, that’d be a really shitty thing to learn after being given away.”
