Sita made a face at that. Yeah, when Yuuki put it that way, it did sound strange to be paranoid about talking about fucking in a brothel. But Sita couldn't help his paranoia, and he wasn't about to try to explain it. Fortunately, Yuuki had a short attention span and had already moved on to...entertaining himself by...booping him?
Yeah, sure he wasn't drunk. Wait. If he wasn't drunk, then he was...still okay with what he'd admitted?
He had to be drunk. Maybe Sita was drunk. One of them was, clearly.
He let out a soft snort at the claim, opened his mouth to tease Yuuki a little more, but paused instead when he mentioned a name. He cocked his head curiously. Couldn't be a wife or a lover, since he said he hadn't gotten any for ages (years?!). "Family of yours?" he asked, swirling his ale absently. "Why wouldn't ya be missed? Ya ain't a bad guy, from what all I've seen. But what do I know? For all I know, ya could be lyin' and those tattoos are demonic sigils. They ain't, right?"
And he smirked to show he was joking, because this was a guy who'd been skittish around horses of all things.