Your turn

He emptied his glass as fast as he could, though it wasn't an easy task, then had it filled once more. Only then he returned to Winifred and placed the two glasses on the table while taking a seat. Now it had become a little easier to put on a more genuine smile and he looked at her again "And now I think it's tome for you to tell about your childhood.". He was curios about this, but at the same time it was the perfect oppotunity to try and change his focus away from his own past.

He leaned back in the chair again, but this time kept his eyes on her, ready to hear her story, though his own memories hadn't quiet been hidden away yet.