[Having mirrored Fuuta's bend forward, Charlie gets a great view of the boy's flushed cheeks. The alcohol begin to color them soon, though he wonders if his banter and the drink will be able to pull as deep a shade of red as their last encounter.

Hopefully-

Charlie's lips form a faux surprised 'oh' when Fuuta rejects his question, like he's truly been spurned. The rest of his rant meets an unblinking stare; sickly eyes only move to watch the glass in Fuuta's hand.

Until it's empty.

He may have ordered Fuuta another himself, but the boy beats him to it. That brings a mote of genuine surprise to his features. The pleasant sort.] Do you think you're in the minority there? Being very normal and not doing anything 'wrong?'

I think you might be the only one here who's not into any weird shit! Kind of makes me feel sad for you - left out. [He's not chasing an ideal conclusion - Fuuta admitting a kink or insisting on a sense of public decency - just keeping the guy talking.

The next drink comes quickly, along with one of the small plates requested. They're delivered subtly, though Charlie turns his head mid-conversation to tell the server to check back soon.

Who knows when Fuuta will want his third drink?]