[He makes the connection between the hand gestures and the camera and gets a confused little expression across his features.] Y'got a problem with the cameras? [Because Drew'd noticed them, of course, but had no problem being watched. Hell sometimes he waved to the damn things when arriving home.

He reaches up then, after the new words, ruffling Grey's hair.] Nothin' to be sorry 'bout. Happen to be kinda a fan of handsome strangers divin' through my window in the middle of the night. [He smiles nice and wide, despite the fact that Grey smells like a lot more negative emotions than he does positive ones and starts walking towards the kitchen area.] Y'want a drink?