[ Miyuki stops entirely just to turn back to the boy and show him how little he trusts that answer, leveling the flattest of looks at him. ]

You sure it's not "lying"?

[ Ah, but then he'd be hard by now! His words cut a bit with obvious annoyance for the boy's insistence on making things difficult in a dire situation. ]

I don't care if you like guys, you know. [ Jeez, even if he was touchy about that, he'd have to abandon that mode of thought in the face of death. Miyuki turns back to the drawers with a muttered: ] I kinda figured.

[ Or at least that's how it seemed when the boy was trying to touch his cock voluntarily. No — he did explain he didn't truly want to touch him, didn't he. From what he'd said, it seems like some kind of weird coping mechanism. There was not enough time to care or suss it out, but now that Miyuki thinks about it...

He's still confused, and is unwilling to ferret out an answer from a source that might just lie to him again. But in case the other boy thinks he's abandoned the backup plan, Miyuki calls back over his shoulder as he opens another drawer: ]

Try again! It doesn't have to be something you think about. If you're sensitive somewhere, we could use that, too.

[ He's trying and mostly succeeding at being as matter of fact about this as possible, but still he has to frown to himself a little there. ]