He specifically did not ask, but they were here, now, weren't they, and the Director was clearly enjoying himself. The rest of that was untouchable territory and Sitwell couldn't imagine himself saying any variation of that noun out loud in this car, so instead he focused on defending his...pride? "I'm gonna say yuck to you, sir, I don't have a problem with..." That was a lie. "Expressing your...self." Less of a lie, and absolutely sounded worse than he imagined it would, gosh. "But it's not something you need to share with another man. Unless you're doing...that. That's a thing you're doing. Which I also don't have a problem with, for the record." How was the Director going to interpret that now? "Or anyone else's lifestyle, regarding, in terms of...you know, but that's private. Can I just say, if we were ambushed right now I would not mind."