Hey, I don't know your life! You've got nice hair and shit. I've got a funny feelin' that if I wasn't followin' ya home tonight? Somebody else would have.

[Things in Rex's life rarely go as he'd hoped, including his last relationship, the ruination of which was entirely his own fault. A few anxious thoughts pop into his head, unwanted, like the notion that he's never actually been with another man in bed before and... This guy sounds like he's done this a lot. It can't be that hard, right? Ugh. Performance anxiety is the worst! Well, he'll just have to play it cool.]

And, um, thanks? But no thanks. I saw 'em throwin' leeches at people over down by the way at the clinic, and, I've decided? I've had just about enough of that.

[This encounter is entirely ill-advised. Thankfully, Rex has managed to bathe, although he'd prefer to have his normal skincare arsenal and a lot more soap.]

Sooo... You're not actually tryin' to murder me? This is a real, honest to god, prelude to sexy times?