[It takes him a second to register Akira spoke, then register he was speaking to him, and finally digest the question. He turns to look over his shoulder with a perplexed frown, succinctly knocked out of his own head by a figurative projectile carrot. It's a simple yes or no question, but he's so thrown off by it disrupting his thoughts he has to wander into the kitchen thinking about it.]
no subject
[From the doorway, warily,] ...yes.