Gin Ichimaru... (Schuldig never had gotten into the more Japanese habit of ordering the names backwards. Too much time in Germany, and around Crawford and Farfarello. That, and he didn't give a damn about doing things properly, particularly if he could annoy people.) The telepath had been interested in the man for quite awhile, if only because he'd long suspected their personalities were highly compatible - or at least highly similar, as similarity didn't necessarily mean they'd get along at all. Quite possibly they were so much alike they wouldn't be able to tolerate each other, but Schuldig was more than intrigued enough to want to at least give it a try.

In any case, it looked like it was his turn to take a back seat in the conversation. Normally he would have gotten bored within a matter of instants being part of a conversation where he wasn't a focal point of the proceedings, but as the subject was something he was personally interested in, he was willing to tolerate it for the moment. And, in the downtime, he could always keep a mental eye on Farfarello.

Any day where Farfarello made a sex joke involving unicorns was a red letter day to say the very least.