Rye stills, body language frozen like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck sure to ruin his life. But... he's curious. His eyebrows draw together in confusion as he tries to hide his interest. The results are mixed. He doesn't trust Lenz. He doesn't even think he likes Lenz. He hates his hair and the way he acts all superior.

But Rye's still curious.

"Like, Germany?" he asks, watching Lenz uncertainly. "Do I look like I've been to Germany?"