A friendly, disembodied voice had answered—oh wait, not disembodied after all. A smallish man with brown hair and odd-colored eyes. Blues, greens, and grays; he'd never seen so many varying shades before moving here. Before he could notice anything else, the ice-cream man was offering him the very thing he had come for. Ahn-Bo eagerly stepped closer to the counter, dark brown eyes widening at the varied selection. He found himself nodding along as he was told his options, attention darting to the many different colors and flavors. (To be fair, he'd have no idea what he was looking at, even if he'd been sober.)

He had brought his attention back to the man speaking, though he couldn't completely remember everything that had been said. And then the man winked. Ahn-Bo lifted the corner of his mouth in a smirk. He knew what that meant. Not that it surprised him. He was well aware of his good looks and charm. Shes, hes, gays, and theys all threw themselves at him wherever he went. Wait... he'd been asked a question, hadn't he? "Yes," he nodded, "That."