[ There is a moment (uncontrollable ones) where Bastien's eyebrows go up. Another (forthcoming, especially given the implied context of the alarmed dramatists) when they lower so that his eyes can narrow in distantly befuddled thought. ]

He cannot have had these urges for very long,

[ is what he wishes to say, pressing two knuckles to his bottom lip for want of a cigarette to fidget with, ]

if these are his survival instincts.

Or his world is very, very different from ours.