[ He does look at her -- and then promptly averts his gaze just a bit, staring at the booth furnishings right off to her side so he doesn't come across as some pathetic, desperate perv ogling her chest. And also -- ]

He's not my friend. [ Maybe that comes out a little more harshly than intended, but it feels important to nip that misunderstanding in the bud before Rin takes it and runs away with it. The last thing he needs is her getting the impression that they're, like, a thing or whatever. ] And I'm not asking anyone such a stupid question.

[ Why should he waste any energy gathering answers that'd just puff up her ego more? Of fucking course someone like Rin -- pretty, with a great figure, and confident to boot -- is an appealing catch in a place like this, where sex is basically a currency. It's such an obvious outcome in his mind that thoughts of what kind of potential misunderstanding a question like that might stir up doesn't even occur to him. ]

'Sides ... you know that's a pretty shit way of looking at things, right? Like, I get that most things are give-and-take. S'not like I think everything's always fair, either. But if you're saying it like that, it just sounds like you're trying to sound all edgy for no reason.