Declan did like sleep. It just so happened that sleep did not like him. He shrugged trying to brush it all off and appear casual. It was bothering him; however that it seemed like Noelle knew him a little better than he was comfortable with. Just how many secrets he thought he kept that the girl knew? Declan raised an inquisitive eyebrow as he glanced at her sidelong but did not dare to ask.

"Sometimes I think they do," he said calmly, wishing his hands to be still. They weren't as bad as Levi's hands, that was guaranteed. Declan's lips tugged into a crooked smile. "Like they're compelled? Do you know that feeling? How your parents would say look with your hands and touch with your eyes? Sometimes they want to disobey that even when I say it to them."

Declan had to laugh. He shook his head as he pocketed his hands. "Not really," he answered honestly walking around the room. "You don't seem like the type who stays still long enough for that. Unless it's the kind of painting that only requires throwing a bucket of paint on a wall-sized canvas." He turned to face her, hands in his pockets when she did speak up about one of her hobbies. Declan tilted his head, full of curiosity.

"Defensive training? Explain," he asked her but Noelle was quick to change the subject and although he was still curious he let it die down for now. There was no point in pushing people. Levi was one who didn't like it and Declan had learned the hard way. Declan hummed and looked up towards the ceiling of the room. "Sure. Anywhere. If you could go right this moment, where would you?"