*clears his throat and flickers a "here-we-go" smile at the photog (who's used to his Elliott-ness by now), before focusing on the same mid-distance point (and Dare McLellan is disdainful and cold and always just on the verge of a sneer)*
*absorbs your words very, very carefully (you would know)* *can't help a pang of pure sympathy for what sounds like a rough time on your part* I learned my lesson, about that. Never doing porn again ever. But yeah... between Mom, Dad, Finduilas, and Ethan, I think there're enough eyeballs making sure I don't get into too much trouble.
*twigs belatedly to that mis-step—actually, he wouldn't have noticed it at all, if he weren't still wondering about that long-ago person he isn't* *exerts every bit of willpower he owns to keep from looking at you in surprise (did you just?)*