He's used to getting weird looks. He really doesn't give a shit. Dorian's comment actually elicits a proud smile from him, genuine as it is sharp and full of teeth. He likes being the kind of man who insists on getting to know his dates. Casual sex is boring, and for a man with a fight computer in his fucking head, pretty goddamn unfulfilling. It takes more effort than dating does, for far less return.

So the looks he gives Dorian in return is with more pride than shame. He wants to be himself at all times, no more hiding or lying, so... he will be.

He leans just slightly toward Dorian with a cocky, utterly pleased look. "You're welcome," and then he's walking again. "Where's your capsule?"