Frederick stopped his rambling and shifted his body weight away from Jamie when he sputtered at him about the gay flicks. "Gay-for-PAY," he countered, rather defensively out of habit. He frowned and shrugged, and huffed a breath out. "I mean... okay, I'm not gonna lie to ya. It... wasn't that bad." He had the decency to blush, even as he gave a weak grin. Frederick hadn't blushed in years, insofar as he could remember, not over something like this. It had to be Jamie, since he knew him from before he'd done any of those things. It was like he'd gone back to being trapped in that neatly labeled box of his youth, and it was mortifying to have to break out of it all over again.
"What's the big deal? Wait... you can do that?" Frederick literally gaped at Jamie, blinking because his mind just couldn't help but going there. Jamie and his dupes, a one man orgy. Frederick saw dollar signs for a few seconds, before his brain engaged again and he remembered that he no longer needed to do anything for money. Jamie's final protestations were met with a massive pout. "Jesus fuck, man. Look, forget I mentioned it, okay? I'm just talking out of my ass, like I always do. No need to take it so damn serious. Christ, who knew you were gonna grow up to be such a fucking prude," he grumbled, and started walking again.
"Where's the fucking med-lab, dude?" he asked impatiently, trying to remember which way to the elevators. He took all of five steps before he rounded up on Jamie again, still walking ahead. "You know, I was just trying to be nice. I'm sorry if you're too good for that kind of work. Sorry I fucking offended your delicate sensibilities," he said in a huff, and he was very nearly no longer pouting.