"Leto! Yeah, yeah. He was...he's got the eyes, right? Glowy blue. I took him on a tour of the City! Great guy. Pilot, I think. Yeah," he said, rubbing the corner of his eye in a look of recollection. And then he realized why the encounter was a little fuzzy.
"Oh yeah! We drank at a bar! Near plastered, though not as much as I'd like to have been at the time," he admitted.
He didn't reply to her comment. He suppose it didn't matter. No need to linger on it, though.
"That was a pretty decent sized chastity belt you were trapped in for a while," he muttered.
And he took a breath at her question.
"Uhm. That's, um," he said and found himself nodding despite his desire not to define his intentions. "Yeah. Sort of. I just...like when a fish is in a tank and it's too small? And he keeps slamming his head against the glass. He'll just keep going no matter what damage it does. I think...I think it might be like that. Just went a little kuang zhe de. And it's not that I wanted to die just that...I didn't care. Just wanted out."
He felt a heaviness in the air so he added, "But I got better," to ape her joke. "Ish."