[His first reaction, unfortunately, is a bit like a guffaw. One of surprise and amusement, and --]
Oh. Oh, you aren't kidding. My apologies. [His fingers worry together, rubbing in circles. At first he was rather glad to move on to a conversation that seemed normal considering the encounter had began with his hose hanging out of his trousers, but now he was beginning to regret this particular line of questioning.
How awkward.] Deathly serious, one might say. [Oof. Even that pun hits like a punch to the gut.] Er... why? I mean. [Actually, he has no other way to phrase that. That's exactly what he means to ask.] Why would you want to do that?
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Oh. Oh, you aren't kidding. My apologies. [His fingers worry together, rubbing in circles. At first he was rather glad to move on to a conversation that seemed normal considering the encounter had began with his hose hanging out of his trousers, but now he was beginning to regret this particular line of questioning.
How awkward.] Deathly serious, one might say. [Oof. Even that pun hits like a punch to the gut.] Er... why? I mean. [Actually, he has no other way to phrase that. That's exactly what he means to ask.] Why would you want to do that?