"And it is not your fault. You did nothing wrong." He offered Ilya a smile. He felt a bit timid himself, reaching out to gently place his hand on Ilya's. He was trying to be somewhat comforting, as well as supportive. "You said and did nothing wrong, Ilya. So please, do not feel bad what-so-ever."

He patted Ilya's hand, his face a little flushed, now.

"So, what else do you like?"