SILVER-TONGUED.

The rogue laughs, his only response to the question.

Has a scar over his lip- Vertical that drags down to mid-chin.

“I wouldn't consider a label. Bisexual? Though I prefer men if I ‘ad the option.”

“Actually, m’not sure if they’re mad ‘cos I’m datin’ who I am... I believe they’re upset ‘cos of ‘ow we left things. We don’t talk anymore. Maybe it ‘as a lot ta’ do with Ghost-- I don’t know.”

“I don’t doubt this. M’sure they do, I’ve been told by a third party tha’ they do when they shouldn't be ‘avin’ those feelings.”

“Mmm...” He would pause at the question, notable guilt as he mulls over the thought. “Once, yes. I regret it inna’ way tha’ I ‘urt ‘is feelings in th’end.”

“No. I actually ‘ate tha’ sayin’. S’pretty ridiculous.”