His eyes were fixed on Visscher again, only now his brows had tipped up in the middle, leaving him looking a guilty dog.

"That's too bad," he said weakly, letting the words hang there for several uncomfortable seconds. "But I, uh... I just meant this place, it's a pigsty. Maybe you used to somewhere with fewer pricks. Something... I don't know..." He sat up and reached for his shirt collar. Mimed straightening some kind of tie, then let his hands drop again, fingers curling in on each other.

"Sorry." He actually looked away as he said it, as if meeting a man's eyes and apologizing at the same time was a step too far somehow.