He cannot help a small jolt at the pinch to his nipple, sensitive and hard as it already is thanks to the coolness of the room. But it's not an unpleasant jolt - he's already imagining what Hythlodaeus may ask of him, how far his friend would be willing to go to 'shame' him...and it elicits a strange sort of excitement he hasn't felt before. To have their discerning eye watching as his self-control falls apart... He would only debase himself because he knows Hythlodaeus is selfish enough to keep such sights to himself (and the Warriors of Light if pressed).

All the same, his eyes cannot help but widen at the question. His gaze darts aside before he can help it, giving away the answer before it's even spoken.

"I wasn't thinking of you specifically..."