[Hey, the floor is carpeted, at least. Though that teacup and saucer definitely cracked when they smashed into each other. He doesn't approve of destroying beautiful things as a general rule of thumb, but maybe this will teach someone a lesson.
Not her, though. Her behavior continues to perplex him, and all he can do is frown as she proceeds to wipe those sex toys. Honestly, what on earth is she doing? She doesn't intend to use them herself, does she? What frustrated women do in their own time is none of his business, really, but he'd prefer she wait until he's out of the room.]
You poor thing. No one ever taught you manners, huh?
[Another reproach, accompanied by the same frown, though he doesn't sound overly defensive. Honestly, her question is troublesome. Idols are supposed to remain chaste, and even being seen alone with the opposite sex can lead to trouble. At the same time, his own unit cashes in on sex appeal, and it's fair to say that his fans might like to imagine him as someone who can show them the ropes and give them a pleasant time. Saying yes or no could dash someone else's dream.
He hopes, of course, that he's not being filmed or recorded. And if he is, he's already "screwed," as she indelicately put it. But there's no need to invite even more trouble.]
I'm pure as the driven snow, of course. Hopefully that answers your question.
[He says it with a smile, more earnest than jeering. It's an attempt to cover his bases; if anyone's recording this, then he's safe because he didn't admit to anything untoward. But in the nightmarish scenario where this ever did get released to fans, his wording is so outlandish they could imagine he's lying.
Which he is, of course. No one's really "pure."
Virgin or no, he's not remotely happy to see her put the toys back on the table, which triggers another frown before he turns back to his tea.]
I don't want those on the table. Go shove them in a drawer or down a trash chute. And I don't much appreciate being compared to whoever-that-is, either. I'm one of a kind, you know ♪ You ought to respect that, at least.
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Not her, though. Her behavior continues to perplex him, and all he can do is frown as she proceeds to wipe those sex toys. Honestly, what on earth is she doing? She doesn't intend to use them herself, does she? What frustrated women do in their own time is none of his business, really, but he'd prefer she wait until he's out of the room.]
You poor thing. No one ever taught you manners, huh?
[Another reproach, accompanied by the same frown, though he doesn't sound overly defensive. Honestly, her question is troublesome. Idols are supposed to remain chaste, and even being seen alone with the opposite sex can lead to trouble. At the same time, his own unit cashes in on sex appeal, and it's fair to say that his fans might like to imagine him as someone who can show them the ropes and give them a pleasant time. Saying yes or no could dash someone else's dream.
He hopes, of course, that he's not being filmed or recorded. And if he is, he's already "screwed," as she indelicately put it. But there's no need to invite even more trouble.]
I'm pure as the driven snow, of course. Hopefully that answers your question.
[He says it with a smile, more earnest than jeering. It's an attempt to cover his bases; if anyone's recording this, then he's safe because he didn't admit to anything untoward. But in the nightmarish scenario where this ever did get released to fans, his wording is so outlandish they could imagine he's lying.
Which he is, of course. No one's really "pure."
Virgin or no, he's not remotely happy to see her put the toys back on the table, which triggers another frown before he turns back to his tea.]
I don't want those on the table. Go shove them in a drawer or down a trash chute. And I don't much appreciate being compared to whoever-that-is, either. I'm one of a kind, you know ♪ You ought to respect that, at least.