"Will you knock that crap off? Stop making this all --" He sort of flails his hands, trying to think of the right word that wasn't offensive because the one time he accused Hartley of making something 'gay', he got lectured and threatened with HR so apparently that kind of talk wasn't allowed. And yeah, Hartley wasn't his boss but he didn't feel like debating hurtful language when on the verge of a panic attack. "-- all you like."

He wasn't going to explain what that meant either so there. Perfect come back. He moved to the other side of the cell, still trying to feel for a panel or some kind of control.

"I don't get off on anything! Especially not dicks I used to work with."