[ the giggle turns into an abrupt coughing fit, one where the boy suddenly seems incapable of looking at ianthe. or anywhere in her general direction, at least. ]

Haha. Um. I wouldn't... I'm not. You know.

[ it's not said like he's entirely certain he's not. but it's not said like he's certain he is, either. perhaps he's simply incapable of that sort of certainty to begin with. ]

I don't really want to go near it to begin with. [ he seems almost hesitant to admit it. but, well... this lady is making dick jokes. and, um, jokes about. gay things. maybe it's fine to just say it. ] It feels like... something a lot bigger than me. Like a job for a hero, or something. A transformation sequence and some big fight where you call your attacks, you know?

[ ... ]

...I don't really want any of that. It just seems... kind of garbage.