Jehan takes his time inhaling the air that's necessary to answer. He'd like the answer to be it's a bad time, but he has a broom in his hands and no excuse. Regardless, the guilt he'd feel later, trying to fall asleep, would outweigh any momentary relief from dodging talking to a Tranquil.

"Of course," he says on the exhale. He extends his arm to put the broom against the wall, but in the meantime meets Casimir's placidly empty gaze and quickly changes his mind. He can keep sweeping. It will give him something to avert his eyes to, and surely the man won't mind. "Monsieur Lyov, isn't it?"