*looks at you, then, meeting your gaze squarely, even as he flushes to a dark red, positively squirming with embarrassment*
*is briefly terrified that this is some sort of test and, if he gives the wrong answer, he'll find himself out in the corridor bereft of his possessions and you* *can barely marshal enough courage to speak* I'm sorry. I don't. It's not what you. I mean, yes but not if you. I. Yes? *closes his eyes, practically cringing* I'm sorry but I do. I mean, I would. Help?