[Ebalon can be quite pleasant when he wishes to be. Robin could tell him anything, but should he admit his secrets to a perfect stranger? Especially one who's dodging thrown items behind a shield... it could be a metaphor. Perhaps it's not. Ebalon won't allow time to think on that anyhow.]

Other languages? Shows? You seem to be quite the busybody, huhu...

[He props his cheek against his curled fist, elbow on the table in quite the improper fashion, if lunchtime etiquette means a thing to Robin anyhow.

The latter question is what makes Ebalon's expression shift from mild amusement to mild surprise.]

...hold hands? I would say I don't necessarily have a hand to hold, so it isn't a concern.