"I absolutely do! ...do we have a better place to do it this time or do we want to risk jumpscaring Eric again. On the assumption that we're not going to limit ourselves to just the TV show."

"He did say not to let it happen again."

(Edmund might not be that opposed to the idea. Judging by the way he shivered a little bit there.)

"Come on, you're showing me anime, surely you're familiar with the concept of a tsundere. Man I want to seduce him now. Get him into my harem. I don't even know if I could fall in love with him, but clearly you could and I want to see the faces he makes when he begs."

"Sorry, I'm just imagining poor Eric's reaction if you called him a tsundere to his face. He might demand satisfaction."

"Oh, for the love of God. Would you believe I didn't set that up on purpose?"

Pete grins. "I will pretend I didn't notice it, then."

"No, I won't. I'd love to give him all the satisfaction he demands~"

"His demands might surprise you, you know," Edmund muses. "You know what they say, about repressed men."

"My dear friends!" Tintin says, coming up behind them in that stealthy way he does. "And what should they be talking about but sex. Mon Pierrot, you are stuck on heat. It cannot be healthy, and I fear its contagion."

"You say that as if we're not all teenagers. You're randier than I am!"

"And think of the consequences should that be amplified!" He pats Pete on the back. "We shall find a cure, one day."

He opens his mouth. 

Then he closes his mouth. 

Then he opens his mouth again. 

Then he shakes his head and looks at the camera and thinks, very loudly, that if he's going to be given so many opportunities and set ups the story should hurry up and let him eat this boy out already. Or something. Okay maybe not, maybe that'd be going too fast, it would be he thinks a lot more satisfying to get into Tintin's pants after some buildup and stuff but. But. But he's gonna get a lot of buildup with Peter and Tom and Susan and probably Eric already, please? Can he have the cute boy too? Pretty please? 

No? 

What was he expecting, an answer? Not really. He's just really hoping that the medium he's in will convey these thoughts to the audience.

What this entire thing will look like to people on this side of the fourth wall though is him looking very conflicted about how to respond and settling for, "Good morning, Tintin. Did you sleep well last night?"

"I am sorry to tease," Tintin laughs. "-oh, and I nearly forgot - did you wish to investigate a Mystery tonight? Perhaps we can knock off one of the easy ones, like the wailing hallway?"

"You don't need to apologise, you just gave me far too many openings and I couldn't figure out which to pick and decided to exercise the Virtue of Self-Control. And yes, I would love to."

"Excelsior, then! We shall strike when the ghosts least expect it: tonight, at eleven PM. In the natural sciences building, where they live. ...ah, reside."

"...ex who now? That sounds like something a comic book character would say, is that a real word?"

"It is Latin - exceeding all, above the highest, better than the best. Used as an imperative interjection, excelsior, find glory, as one might say godspeed! I know it from a poem that I like particularly. It was written in your country, actually, but that is no guarantee one will have heard of something... it is about a man who must climb a great and dreadful mountain, knows he must. Everyone tells him he cannot, that they want what is best for him, they offer comfort and he wishes for it, but he needs the summit more. And he does achieve that summit. He reaches the highest peak, even if he never comes back down."

"I am a philistine, at least according to Mr. Jones," he says with a half smile. "So TIL."

"Mr. Jones is a snob," Tintin says haughtily. "The only reason I know this poem at all is that I had nothing but nineteenth century literature and poetry to learn English from! I developed a taste, but that does not make me any cleverer than you!"

"Oh I think I'm perfectly clever, just uncultured. And I have to own it, I feel no particular embarrassment about it, I'm a STEM girlie."

"You... smoke a great deal of weed?"

"Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics," he explains. "I'm a maths guy."

"Ah! I despise acronyms; thank you. Anyway, one can be mathematical and 'cultured,' though I hate the term. Tom is truly frightening in our calculus lectures, but he adores the classics."

Edmund does not twitch. Edmund is very carefully also not not-twitching, which means that Tintin probably doesn't notice, it being that he does not have even Pete's limited access to the narration pointing out how very much Edmund isn't twitching.

"You're taking calc with Tom? Someone's an overachiever."