... [His step falters, mind reels to a stop. Nearly visibly reboots. He shakes a finger in her direction with an exasperated huff.] We're not going there. I very much like-- [He made a gesture at his own chest as if he had breasts.] So, y'know. Stop. I ain't gonna judge someone for not liking-- or even for liking. But if some other me decided he liked not boobs, that's fine. Why am I having this conversation with you?

[He heavily leaned towards women, but he wouldn't condemn himself or anyone else if they fell for the same sex. Love is love and it's something they don't find as Hunters. But feeling that way and having that conversation with someone else was so far out of his comfort zone. Feelings weren't his thing.]

What? [Look, now he's flustered enough to have lost track of the conversation.] Oh. Right. Yeah, I've got questions but-- No, you know what? Why was that even a bet with you and Jodi?

[One-track mind. Sorry Claire.]