"Sure," the answer was readily on Kougaiji's lips as he studied John curiously. He wished he had known what was going on but wondered if he would be provided with an answer if he'd ask.

No other way to find out than come clean with it.

"But why?" He frowned slightly as he pushed the tray slightly aside, bringing his hands to the table, long fingers rapping against the smooth surface rhythmically. "Are you in some kind of trouble?"