"Was it all the posters in my room that gave it away?" He leers for a moment before it softens into a playful smile. He liked to play at the idea of being the center of the universe, but it wasn't as genuine as he tended to present. There was something fun in turning that on someone else, if only occasionally. He allows one arm to stretch and roll before he drapes it over the back of the chair, turning a little more in his seat to keep his attention on Octavio as he speaks.

The mention of emotions, desires, and all that being spread just makes him feel like he did when he first arrived: sick. But the assurance it was just feelings was mostly what he was concerned about, and that makes him look visibly relieved. "Good." The last thing he needed was fucking to let someone root around in his brain for whatever secrets may or may not be there; and all the same, he had no desire to pry like that. Mostly.

"I meant-- it's more, feelings than thoughts, right? Memories?" He quests again, like he hadn't picked up on the subtleties of what he's said, but a small part of him was just happy to listen to Octane talk instead of yammering on for once, it was a small reminder of home when he really needed one. Even if he wouldn't admit to it.