[He sips at the water, hoping it'll cool him down. He's trying to maintain a sort of semblance of disinterest, but it's not working.]
[Dammit. He knows what he's feeling on a biological level, but it's still hard for him to accept it. Attraction can only be explained so far by chemical reactions, and the rest is a mystery to him. He's starting to get an idea where the rest comes from, though. He should say something, but...]
[He just sits there, cheeks reddening, sipping his water. Why is admitting something like this harder than killing ten billion people?]