[The boy is young, his emotions as easy to read as if splashed in ink across his face. Nikolai, in contrast, is unruffled. He appears more like someone who has just received unexpected company at tea, rather than someone whose dressing room has been invaded.]

Yes, I imagine that would have been quite embarrassing.

[He says this with an easy grin at the corners of his lips. More importantly—]

Look at these. [He now holds up the pants he had been inspecting.] They produce vibrations, but I can't find any obvious mechanism in the fabric.

[Judging by his tone, you're supposed to find this highly fascinating?]