no subject

[it's not a complete sentence at all, but Fearless seems to get something out of it.

he shrugs.]

Why not?

[like it's as simple as that, but then he kind of glancing to the side, takes a breath in as a few more gears start to turn;]

Everyone thinks I have a— um, type?

[Seras sure did. she had a similar reaction as Idia, he's remembering.

Fearless tilts his head to the side he'd glanced at, kind of shakes his head side to side like a weighted scale rather than a dismissal.]

I really don't.

[remembering something, Fearless lifts a finger to make a point;]

You said I had bad taste, anyway.