"I'm not a nudist. But if you mean the guy that dropped in this place in his boxers, then, uh, yeah. That'd be me."

He can pick up the scent, but he's ignoring it. That whole line of thought that just maybe if he doesn't react, then maybe the other boy wont either. He rakes fingers through his hair, and he shrugs his shoulders as a grin curves his lips.

"Peter Rumancek. You seen them before?"

Star Wars, obviously. Safe subject.