Kavinsky was quiet a second, processing Jack's process here. He tried to remember the last time he'd been mortified by his sexuality. It had probably been in this building. He put the thought carefully out of his head. It had probably been by the businessman in DC, early in their arrangement, before there were things to mortify him with. Before the businessman had gotten bored.

"So is this,"--he gestured at Jack and his discomfort--"because he sucked your dick and you don't know what to do about that, or because of the other stuff, or because he stayed over?"