Dias glanced over at Maya (who now had her back to him, even better) as she spoke, eyes narrowing slightly as he worked out what the rather indistinct words actually were in his head - and then snorting quietly once he'd deciphered them. "Don't think that just because I'm a man that I'm interested in you," he countered, with all the tact of a brick to the head at ten paces.

With that matter settled, at least in Dias' opinion, he stretched out on his own bed, paying his roommate no further mind. He wasn't exactly tired yet; he'd had several shots of adrenaline during the day and never once a decent outlet for it, after all. And since Maya was obviously moments from sleep and not paying attention to him anyway, he pulled a small package out of a satchel on his belt, opened it - fortunately, its wrapping had kept it dry - pulled out his sketchbook and began to draw.