[L's not a man who blushes; he gives impressions of unbelievable innocence or spectacular jadedness, but not much in-between. Either way, his cheeks look bloodless and gaunt.]

Well if the SQUIP used a framing device to help you understand something, it must be true. Maybe if we convert these cune to quarters and cram them in that slot in the bartender's face, we can win the grand prize of a blowjob and you'll find out what all the fuss is about.

[It's probably pretty clear that L's had too much to drink too quickly. He sighs raggedly and shoves a few more cune on the pile. His next words are muttered low.]

I really don't want to be mean to you. And seducing it isn't exactly my problem.