Aleron watched Jaron walk into the kitchen, his eyes scanning over the other man's chest for a minute before he would quickly avert his gaze, casually continuing to eat his food as if nothing had happened, only to immediately scowl at what was said, glaring at Jaron for a few moments before simply shaking his head a bit.<br/><br/>"That's not very comforting," He retorted, finishing what he was eating before wiping his hands against the jeans he was wearing as if they'd gotten dirty and he needed to wipe them off. "You could always just ask, you know. Though.. I can't say I'd accept anyways." He murmured this last part almost inaudibly. But.. It was the truth. Lies only got in the way- So he was trying his best not to make up any.<br/><br/>"And<span style="font-style: italic">besides</span>, I've never heard of someone actually<span style="font-style: italic">needing</span>it bad enough that they'd just<span style="font-style: italic">take</span>it."