He flushes a little at the question, that way he can hear that curl to the words that's almost a challenge. The way he almost asks if he's a virgin. He'd tried to obscure the answer earlier, less out of bravado and more out of a desire to not be treated like something breakable, like he didn't know what he wanted. But he isn't going to lie about it. Especially because he thinks that Declan's a bit too sharp to not notice, and Gansey isn't good at lying- it feels rather like the answer is already on the air.

"Oh, ah- no. But I want to." A little bit sheepish as he shrugs his shoulders, and if he wasn't already flushed with arousal and desire, the slight flush of his cheeks might have been more obvious. His gaze fastened on pale skin, and he can't help reaching out, tracing fingertips against the lines of his ribs and his hand trembles- like not being in physical contact is painful. There's less muscle on him than he'd assumed, having watched him go rounds with Ronan, but he's still lovely.

Even if it makes him want to do stupid things like bring dinner by on nights when he's busy. But that's a dangerous sort of desire.