[ for a moment, choso just stares at gojo satoru blankly, as if he's still in the middle of processing his words and making absolutely sure he didn't hear him wrong; but then his expression shifts into one of incredulity, a brow arching ever so slightly.

he really must take him for a fool, if he thinks that he would believe any of that. ]

I'm not going to have sex with you, Gojo Satoru. [ does he look like he has a death wish? ] I'm not going to have sex with anyone.

[ at least he is going to try his best here. ]

Find someone else. [ to fuck, bug or whatever else gojo satoru wants to get up to. he doesn't care as long as he isn't involved. ]