He draws back, just enough to tip Claudius' head back and look at him -- he wants to be able to see his eyes.

"Wilt thou ask me more questions? I liked when-- I took the herb that made it easy to speak, and thou asked me things. I liked answering thee." He worries at his lip, the way he had in the greenhouse at his birthday party, but his voice is certain. "Because it's hard for me to speak, sometimes I don't say anything. But I want to."