"I don't have a badge," Declan reminded her with a raised brow. He tapped a long index finger on his chest for extra emphasis; right where a badge could be. "Is that okay?" He had a feeling it wasn't allowed but it wasn't like he obeyed curfew. He broke the rules on a regular basis, sneaking around the shadows like it was where he belonged. In a way, he actually felt more himself when he was surrounded by the dark.

"Hmm," he hummed, stalling for an answer. "They're anxious, I think." His hands needed to just calm down. There was no room for them to be sentient. "I like the sleep thing," Declan said with a chuckle. "What other things you do? Do you paint? Any hobbies?"

Out here? Declan hummed pensively one more time. He had never really thought about it. He was always wrapped up in books, thinking about the things that couldn't easily be seen or touched. If there was an out there he thought about it, it wasn't one that could easily be traveled to.

"Where would you want to go? If you could go anywhere right now."