"Boring?" Sonny echoes, sounding startled. He glances around at the house, at the mess of unmatching furniture, the heavy oak and old patterns that are terribly unfamiliar to him. While he'd be reluctant to call this entire experience exciting, he certainly wouldn't call it boring. He looks over at her, brows arched a little. "You arrived in some centuries old village by waking up in a weirdly deep fountain with no way to get back home. That's boring to you?"

While he could sound skeptical or rude, he really just sounds curious, truly interested in how she must've lived her life for this to be considered boring.