Falling awkwardly silent... Zevion let his hands fall flat on the augmetic legs, mind abuzz with that same question. Was that why he refused so many women in the past? Did he lean the other way? yes? No? The none did not sit well in his gut, and the yes seemed only half hearted... He never gave himself time to admire those around him. Not since his youth, when he masked away a teen's puppy love for the Captain.<i> "What of it?" </i>He asked, trying to lean the topic more onto the guard. Baiting an answer to springboard his own off of. Why was he even thinking about all of this? When did he care about carnal joy and a lover's heart?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>