You've never had trouble fucking... like, ever. I swear you could have an orgy at the drop of a hat back during your days as an executive.

[It's said with a squint, and he is really too drunk for this conversation, but maybe he's just drunk enough for the logical explanation that presents itself to be voiced, without a kneejerk refusal to believe.]

...Are you saying you didn't want to fuck anyone else?

[Nu uh. Noooo way. That can't be it. Can it?

Chuuya's grip does not slacken. There's confusion in his tone, heavy, a little irritated like he's expecting Dazai to be pulling a fast one.] Why?