Good response. Carmy's eyes are pupil-dark as he looks down at her, all his usual intensity focused to the point he almost just wants to go back to kissing her without saying anything, but he reboots enough of his brain past the paleolithic era to make sentences. "I'm into that kind of thing."

Lucky for him, because in this place he always feels like he's being watched anyway, even when he's alone in his room. The occasional prickle like there's eyes on him in an empty kitchen, checking his bathroom for cameras because he got certain someone was watching him shower. Once he dropped a grilled cheese he was carrying back to his room and a servant appeared out of nowhere to clean it up.

He's less into like, the creepy voyeur house, but it's a fact of life. And there is an appeal at making out with the hottest girl at the party right where everyone can see, so he doesn't take his hand off her breast, thumbing over the curve of it. "Do you uh, wanna stop? Or go - go somewhere?"