Ishiah watches as Robin proceeds to consume practically every last bit of sugar that can be found in the apartment, which is only fitting — he keeps it there for Robin's sake, after all. The quickly licked finger gets a look, quickly transferred to the bright green of Robin's eyes as he goes on about his tale, something meaningless and ultimately without import, save for the affection that one would find if they read carefully between the lines. Although the relationship differs in so many ways, there is certainly some love in Ishiah's heart for both Dean and Castiel, and Ishiah smiles faintly in recognition of it, before turning his own gaze back at the television screen.

"Perhaps his tongue has undiscovered properties that you could look into," Ishiah remarks, leaning forward to gather up his notes on the Scitalis, now that Robin is here and demands his full attention. "It could be, as you might put it, 'worth a shot.'" Tapping the papers against the table to keep them level, Ishiah places them gently on the corner of the coffee table before leaning back against the couch, large hands reaching out to gather Robin's legs and turn them until they rest over his own.

"Meanwhile, I can immediately think of several things that you haven't immersed yourself in fully," Ishiah adds, patting Robin's knee. "And before you try to qualify, I've been told that these things can be fun, too."