I think we should probably have a blanket agreement that anything that happens under the influence of the crazy shit here doesn't count. The aphro, or whatever. That wouldn't be fair to either of us — we already know it fucks people up, all that would do is add a sense of shame and guilt.

（ but he nods, filing the name away. he'll ask about the guy at some point, but there's no place for it in the flexion of conversation now. ）

Yeah, of course. Room's off limits. The time and acts of service are yours. I also won't tell people some of the shit I've told you about my life — about Tak, or my first name. I want you to hold those things. Doesn't rule out people finding that shit out another way, but they won't hear it from me of my own volition.