That was... Some sort of logic alright. Tybalt was giving him that exasperated, blank stare as if he was listening a kid explain their logic behind baking cookies on the sun for just a couple of seconds instead of in the oven for thirty minutes. That was one way of thinking of it, however roundabout it may have been.
"That's... Um..." He tapered for another moment before just putting another piece of food in his mouth. Did he say that he'd tolerate him? Yes, yes he did. In fact, a few seconds ago he was telling himself that he was kind of into Angelo. Well, he was charming in his own way, like a large and fluffy golden retriever. Yeah.
"No. No no." He shook his head. No singing. Still, he was good natured about it. "I'll show you some of my paintings later. I've got a small studio off to the side, where the spare bedroom was supposed to be once upon a time."
It took everything Angelo had not to make a comment about there only being one bed and wiggling his eyebrows. Not because he was a pervert, but because he knew it'd get Tybalt red in the face. Or at least he hoped it would get him red in the face. He hadn't seen it yet, but he could imagine what Tybalt would look like blushing, and he liked the mental image.