[ Kim thought that he had been quite understanding of this whole ordeal. He came when called for, agreed to this ludicrous farce of authority lessons and even made sure to discuss Harry's hypothetical participation in the sex work economy of this place in what he felt was a kind, non-judgmental way, even though it's an incredibly stupid way of using your limited funds when they had just arrived. But now? Now he's been insulted. It's not that it's particularly important to him that anyone thinks he's fun in a threesome, but the gauntlet has been thrown, and Kim has made up his mind that this is an offensive insult that simply cannot stand.

He eyes Harry with a not insignificant amount of ire, the movement of his shoulders as he sighs as monumental as the rise and fall of an empire. ]

All right. One, my being a homo-sexual has absolutely nothing to do with my ability to recognize a woman's objective attractiveness. Just because I don't want to have sex with every other woman I meet doesn't mean I'm incapable of understanding the motivations of those that do. And two.

[ He crosses his arms. ]

If I were in your position, I wouldn't be so eager to insult other people. Unlike you, I have never had to even consider paying someone to satisfy my needs. That's something I'm able to accomplish on my own merits.

[ So jot that down, Du Bois. ]

Three...

[ He relaxes a little, looking coolly off to the side as though he hadn't just gotten offended by the notion that he's not a fun person to have a threesome with. ]

You're correct. Don't invite me to three-ways. I'm not interested. Let's just get this over with.