Sometimes you just have to make your f/o flustered when he captures you and that’s okay. ||
It wasn’t so much torturous, pun not intended, anymore, but rather exasperating, dozy and waking up tied to something or other in an enemy base. Of course this wasn’t the part Rex signed up for, but he knew this was the sort of…risks that a career like a secret agent would entail. Besides, maybe he had too much fun exercising his usual charm with the interrogator.
Rex looked over his glasses at the question, an eyebrow raised. He was no stranger to these sorts of questions and terms, but they never made him any less…interested.
A charming grin played across his face. “You could say that,” he responded quite contentedly, “and don’t apologise. If there’s anything I’m open about in daily life, it’s my romantic interest in both men and women.” He paused, laughing to himself. “Call me a bi spy, if you will.”