You missed yer chance to blame not doin' shit with him on me with that first time. Hell, it's part of the thrill for you... [There's a dismissive wave, a pause that seems like a realization, then a rush of tension in his shoulders scowl at the wall. He'll shrug it off momentarily, taking a few more tired steps back from the bed. At any rate, he seems to think he's figured something out.]

...Yeah. Naturally.

Just don't swear him off or tell him any of yer complaints if they got to do with me, if yer "afraid of retribution."