He snorts before he can stop himself, the laugh ripping out quickly following that even though he tries not to look too sheepish. "Oh, yeah, in secret." He muses, the laughter dying down to a fond chuckle, rubbing a palm against his chest with a little puff of a breath.

"Worried? Me? No." He answers more instinctively than anything else, but he pushes an easy-going smile because it's the best response he's got for Octane at the moment. "Besides, I'm already incredibly distracting with my clothes on, I hardly imagine anyone's gonna be probing these thoughts once I've got them off." He gestures vaguely to the whole of himself with one hand, as if he was a prize on display, or if that would somehow exemplify the faux-point he was making.