"'Course." He summons his commscreen, taps at it a bit, and gets a set of clothes roughly the size he thinks Misha is, then walks over to him to give them to him.

"...Dude? Did you just have them teleport clothes in here? Isn't that kind of wasteful of a top-tier resource?"

"I didn't 'have them teleport' anything, it's an automated service, and my Quasar inventory credits don't transfer month to month. If it were a problem they'd raise their prices and give us fewer credits until it stopped being a problem."

"Well. Thanks." He puts on the clothes, which are perfectly serviceable, and then exits the bathroom. "So, uh, I appreciate you helping me out, there. Sorry it came to that, but it was nice of you to take your time out for me and all. I owe you one."

"Wow, and here I'd been thinking you'd enjoyed yourself, too," be teases.

"I feel like the sheer amount of cleanup involved speaks for itself." He does his best to sound light and airy about that, but there's only so much one can compensate for avoiding eye contact and shuffling nervously. "I just meant the, you know, checking up on me when I was having my little... episode. And not throwing me out on my ass over it." He had also meant the sex, but clearly it tweaked this guy the wrong way to discuss that in transactional terms, which—that was weird, right? Commerce and transactionalism are the West's thing, aren't they? There should probably be a tip jar shaken about meaningfully at some point here, surely. You sensuously rub my back, I'll sensuously rub yours kind of thing?

Whatever. If this guy was gonna insist on calling him out for liking it, then that was the price. "The other stuff was, you know. Above and beyond the call of duty."

"I really don't think it was. Espeeeeecially—and I hope you don't think too badly of me for not mentioning it earlier but I only remembered it while we were in the middle of it—especially because if you signed a contract while under backlash it would not be legally valid."

"I guess that makes sense. Still, nice of you to give me a good time, anyway. You didn't have to."

"Yeah. I'd say 'anytime' but we will probably not be partners. Definitely not primaries, anyway.

"Want help finding legal?"

"No, of course not. Don't be absurd."

"No, no, don't trouble yourself. I'll—just tell me the floor, and I'm sure somebody will have the little translation doohickey for me when I get there." 

"You know, you could almost pass for Korean, like that. I'll lead you there anyway."

Just hate myself and feel lonely? Well, I can do that. "If you insist."

"I do insist." And he can put some clothes on.

"...another relevant thing. Using your powers on other people without their consent outside of emergency situations is, ah, kind of illegal."

"What? So I have to have them sign a waiver whenever I go asking, 'what do you think?'"

"Yeah, kind of. It's considered a breach of mental privacy."

"Did you know that when you're amused you subconsciously do a little thing with your eyebrows? Do I need to close my eyes when I talk to you, too? Am I allowed to infer emotional states based on you getting a fucking boner while we're naked in bed together?"

"The logic here is that this kind of thing, my eyebrows and my dick and whatever, it's the kind of thing I have instincts to deal with, I was raised dealing with since I was young, I can expect people to infer things from it within reasonable bounds. But I don't have instincts about my thoughts, and most people don't have ways to block out their desire in the way they can train themselves out of tics or choose to deal with the consequences of people inferring things from them. So by using your powers you are reading more out of people than they are aware you are able to, and they might've opted to not be having that interaction if they had known how much you could get from it."

"You can't train yourself out of something you didn't know to expect people would be able to read? That's true of literally anyone with a subconscious tell. Which is all of us. Why is it my problem that your pupils dilate when you want something? Just go into every interaction assuming people might reasonably know more than they let on, and that lying isn't very effective, and voilà, a lot more problems than me, solved."

"So, one, it's not true of literally everyone, on account of—I'm a spy, you know. We do have training to conceal pretty much all of that and it works.

"But two, there is a lot of space between not being able to hide everything and not being able to hide anything. Sure, people will be able to read some of your tells, but you have an understanding of the broad spread of which, and an understanding of how good you personally are at hiding your tells compared to most people, and if someone can get information out of you that you couldn't even in principle have known they would've been able to, you'd go into an interaction with much different plans."

"What, are the hair and eyes and weirdly symmetric body not enough of a clue? I can wear a sign. People already treat me as a pariah, and now they have a good excuse. Hooray for transparency."

"For what it's worth, people are more likely to treat you like a celebrity in these parts."

"Oh, no way! You know, Russians are also big fans of throwing our celebrities in the gulag for doing the thing they're famous for, too! Maybe our cultures have more in common than I realized."

"If a famous archer did the thing they were famous for to an unsuspecting civilian that would in fact be a crime, yep."