[Ryan refuses to be intimidated by that gaze, and crosses his arms across his chest, giving Oren a cheeky smile. (He might be fidgeting a little, though, shifting his weight uncertainly, and it's hard to take him seriously when one hand is latching onto half an ice-cream sandwich.)]

R...ight.

[He's covering up his uncertainty with a large helping of sarcasm.]

Do we want to keep up the hush-hush, mysterious stares, cloak-and-dagger act, or are you trying to say something?