The snort this time is pure amusement; Kellen's reminded of just why he enjoys spending time with this kid (or one of the reasons, anyway). "You would know that."

Having sat still for roughly five minutes, it's far past due time for Kellen to fidget, so he does so, propelling himself onto the floor by shoving his feet against the desk's edge, and paces to the window to peer out. "Well, maybe the poison interfered with the displacement, or something. Maybe dogs keep their souls elsewhere." After a bit of work, he inches the window open enough to toss his cigarette out through the metal bars on the outside. Shutting it again, he turns and heads for the door, tossing an inexplicable "C'mon" in Kyle's direction along the way.