[Sasuke sits, laying the practice sword across his lap, unmoving, looking ahead with an expression that is... flatly expectant. Awaiting some judgment.]

"It's not weird." [Echoed words, as a small burning coal of frustration ignites itself in Sasuke, because—he doesn't know why.] Yet you see me differently.

[In any case, has he ever said aloud he prefers only men? He can't imagine that. There are certain men, and those specifically he cannot tell exactly what it is that draws him to them. They seem to all share characteristics while remaining distinctly unique and disparate.]

Does it make you uncomfortable? Are you wondering if I want to do something to you right now? [A little sharply asked.] Because that's not what is in my mind. I offered because I was concerned for your safety.

[He doesn't want his motive to be misunderstood.]