[Just as he thinks she's hit some emotional core of him, unveiled the beginnings of an ugly truth he likes to hide, and surprised him on top of that, she turns rights around with a joke about fucking.

He sputters a little, torn between laughter and embarrassment and maybe even some actual shame.]

I'm definitely not allowed to answer that. But for the record, in my personal life, no, I don't have a problem with anything in bed.

[Not shame because he's slept around, of course, but shame over thinking, for a moment, that the lifting of masks was something he could talk about. What an absolute moron. What a stupid fucking idiot.

He tries to plaster a grin over the twisted and hurt look that almost got out. He'd say he does a pretty good job of it.]