[ Ah. Well. Cyrus was not expecting that request of all things. Logically it made perfect sense but ever since coming here Cyrus has been a little on edge. He has...a lot of issues when it comes to his body, especially with his prosthetic limbs. The only reason he was so closed off was because of them. He's never truly felt normal, or desirable, in regards to that. Living in a place where everyone was nearly perfect made him all the more disgusted with his own body in general. Of course he's kept such thoughts to himself for most of his life but this place was going to prove hard to get used to, given the nature of things here. He hasn't even considered that prospect of sleeping with anyone in a sexual manner yet.

Still he looks away and coughs a few times into the handkerchief again, the cough now sounding less horrible than before at least. ]

You want to...sleep together? [ There's a faint tinge of color as he turns away and crosses his arms over his chest. ] It makes sense so it's fine. Besides I-I owe you one so this is really the least I can do.