Well. With the garage a bust, Alivian follows Hank... wherever they happen to go. Even just a hallway with fewer people feels like a reprieve for his sensitive ears.

Alivian pauses as they find the decadent bathroom, his pale face immediately turning bright-ass pink.

"...Fuck."

It feels like the only appropriate word right now.

He'd really rather not his mirror kink be outed right now, but the word slips out regardless.

"Well. This is awkward."

His mouth tightens into a bit of a line, but he strides in nevertheless, glancing at one of the many mirrors as if he expects something to peek out from the corner of his gaze.

"Though less awkward than in direct public. We, uh..."

He's not sure how to feel at the moment, so he fishes for words, ears pinning back and tail lashing low.

"I, pardon me, have never, uh... dabbled. With a partner. So... if we do, I will... I will try not to disappoint."