"Couch time?" Herbert asked, then shook his head. "Forget it, I don't want to know what you do on couches with girls."

His gaze was cold, when he added, "And I don't like girls, Stark. I'm hardly going to take your advice on pulling blokes, either, since I think you're disgusting and I'm not interested in 'couch time' with anyone."

He still felt humiliated by that journal post he'd made when he was under the influence of the wild wish magic, but he wasn't going to deny he'd made it. It wasn't as though what kind of person he liked was going to ever matter, anyway.