His lips turn down into a worried frown upon hearing that. "Shit man... that's fucked up. I'm sorry. I won't uh... bring it up again." We don't talk about trauma, no, no, no~

He's much happier with the other line of conversation by far.

"What, you want me to put it on a platter for you? Yeah, it's an offer. Probably has to be your cabin, though, because my roommate is... a prude."