"I think I've only talked to Greed. Well. Wrath scares me, and- other than that, I haven't bothered." he shrugged, threading his fingers together and effectively making a tiny ball of 4chan on his couch. He perked up at the bong being packed, but tried not to seem overeager.
"I'm. I don't know. Some guy told me I was homoromantic." he rested his head on his knees. "But I get you. I spend all my time with masturbating neckbeards, remember?" he smiled, and gave a small sigh. His breathing slowed a little- jitters wearing off, just a little bit.
"I think I just like dick." he made a vulgar little gesture in suggestion, and leaned back, head against the couch cushions. It proved to be suitably comfortable.