B remains quiet as Iman fidgets, staring at his hands as he methodically folds and unfolds his napkin. He's not sure how he feels about this. Though he didn't come here intending to share so much, it isn't really surprising that he ended up doing so. The Secret is something he does out of necessity, not because he's the kind of person who just enjoys keeping up charades. Sure, it can be entertaining at times, but...it gets lonely, living so much on his own. He's got civilian friends, but he keeps so much secret from them that sometimes he feels they don't really know him any better than his contacts do.

Does he want to tell her? He wraps his hands around the glass that's set in front of him, peering down at it in mild interest; he hadn't even been paying attention when she ordered. "I've never talked about it," he admits quietly.