[ His eyebrows draw down in consternation, and he tilts his head; instinctive and inquisitive, though it breaks the mold of his composure. As much of a front as he puts up, Damian is still too reactive to effectively maintain it: everything catches his eye, and everything gets some kind of response, leaving him constantly turning his head or scrunching his face and looking around. His feet may stand perfectly still, but his head doesn't follow along.
From the confusion on his face now, it isn't hard to read that he has no idea what the hell a grilled cheese sandwich is. But he's not about to admit it, since it seems like this is something he should know. And he can't say no, or yes, because that would indicate a preference.
A moment of crisis. His father continues to test him with these questions, although Damian's not sure where it's all leading to. ]
I am impartial to 'grilled cheese sandwiches.'
[ Nailed it. (The quotations are almost audible.) ]
no subject
From the confusion on his face now, it isn't hard to read that he has no idea what the hell a grilled cheese sandwich is. But he's not about to admit it, since it seems like this is something he should know. And he can't say no, or yes, because that would indicate a preference.
A moment of crisis. His father continues to test him with these questions, although Damian's not sure where it's all leading to. ]
I am impartial to 'grilled cheese sandwiches.'
[ Nailed it. (The quotations are almost audible.) ]