[Heat rises red in his pale cheeks, and he thinks of those whispering soft girlvoices lingering in shadows and perfumes and eyes you cannot see but rather feel. I didn't kiss a dirty girl like Natalie anyway. It's like dancing sitting down have you ever done that. There touching her. Not there.]

Well then, I reckon you've got me mistaken for the wrong sort of fellow. I'm not some powderpuff, or what have you, so go on and bother somebody else.

[His jaw juts as he releases these last words with what ultimately settles into revulsion sharp at his gaze's edges.]