Oh, [ he says, like it's only just now occurring to him that a cigarette is in fact a flame and smoke, and then when anna says that next part, ] Oh. [ is it? it's... well. yeah. it absolutely, obviously is. she's living and walking proof of that. but it still feels weird, so he crosses his arms, careful to avoid burning himself. ] That's not... I wouldn't do something like that. That's just creepy, you know? Besides, they're not... They don't like guys. Not like that.

[ for a moment, it looks like anna's stumbled on something that actually might have made him more unhappy. he's frowning, flushed red, looking uncomfortable in a way that's hard to describe... ]