He crossed the room at the gesture, his pace measured and unhurried and indicating absolutely nothing of his ongoing caution around Adrian except for the very faint air that he were waiting for something. Adrian to send him away, perhaps, tell him he's unwelcome and unwanted and D would leave without question. The fact it hadn't happened yet hardly making a dent in the expectation.

But the question that did come gave him pause and D stood, considering it and Adrian, his gaze lingering over the debris and tools that the other used.

"I've never tried," he said at last. "I suspect very well."