Ryah's icy blue eyes involuntarily flickered over the lithe, slender form at his words. Explore more? Did he mean--the brunet's fingers twitched unconsciously before he forced himself to look away. The club, he meant the first floor of the club, Ryah told himself, wondering what was wrong with his brain. He wasn't gay, for fuck's sake. He didn't like men. He liked women, though it had been a while since he'd even been with one. The life of a hunter was too busy and dangerous, he excused himself.<br/><br/>"Were you gay when you were still human?" He blurted out thoughtlessly before snapping his mouth shut. Even as the words came tumbling out, he realized just how inappropriate that had been. It wasn't any of his business and it was prying and nosy. "Shit, I didn't mean--sorry, that wasn't very--" his cheeks burned hotter than before.