Bobo's nose wrinkles at that, arching a brow. "Really? Is he celibate?" Because that makes as much sense as anything else.

"He needed to know that, Vasquez. If nothing else, he should know that. The rest..." He took a breath, rubbing at his chin as he considers. "So just act like life is normal? As if you said nothing. Maybe he'll chalk it up to the whole fever we had going."

He smirks then. "Not saying you fell for looks and not brains but... there's a chance he'll fall for it."