[ He ends up taking a generous -- maybe too generous -- sip of his drink as he frowns a little, thinking ... that sounds familiar, sort of? It feels like someone said something similar to him before? Something about the color of his eyes. Which feels ridiculous, given he doesn't even have two working eyes any more, and he's spent his whole life getting told he has mean eyes. Whatever. People have weird tastes. ]

Hmph. It's not a matter of liking you or not. It's a matter of principle. [ He's ended up finishing his drink, and Fuuta drains the rest before putting the glass down; his next blink comes a little slower, the alcohol starting to warm through his veins as he gives a slow exhale. ] ... you're annoying, but that doesn't change the fact that judging people based on 'purity' is stupid. Even back then there were ways of staying safe, weren't there? As long as you're not, like, cheating on a partner and lying, what you decide to do in bed is your own business as long as you use protection.

[ Another throaty breath. Man, that drink really was tasty. After an absent lick at his lips, he leans forward to request another one -- "I'll pay for that one. Start a tab for me." ]

Don't worry, I'm not some scumbag trying to take advantage of your wallet. [ He can't help looking to Mitsuzuri for affirmation after saying that. Like -- it's so honorable of him not to be a scumbag, right? Praise him a bit more, come on. ]