Beau subtly took a glance to see where his brother and Ryan were, but it was hard to spot them in the crowd. He didn't want the guy to think he was bored, because he wasn't, but this just really wasn't a scene he had much interest in anymore and he was wondering how long he could keep up the pretence of it. Which was exactly why he wasn't sure if he should lead the guy on or not. He wasn't judgemental of people who did like this lifestyle at all. He used to be one of them once, but it was just hard to feel comfortable now knowing this is what led to Liam getting hurt. In fact, Beau had been one of the group of friends that night when it had happened, one of the guys who went into the bathroom looking for Liam when he hadn't come back and intercepted the attack. It's something he would never forget. Something that really wasn't this dude's fault, and he was just doing what he did. Probably had a lot of success in pulling this way too. At least he could have asked Ryan and Brad for some advice on how to proceed, but they were nowhere in immediate sight and he wasn't about to explain that his best friend's rape was the reason nightclubs weren't his scene, and thanks but no thanks. "Don't you know guilt by association is a bit of a myth? Just because your twin has good taste in music, doesn't mean it doesn't extend to you. Maybe you spend your whole time locked up in your room listening to Vanilla Ice and he would never know," he pointed out with a smirk. "I wouldn't say I wake up every day excited, but I don't wake up dreading it. I mean, I face most days knowing we could lose patients. But that's what it's all about. It balances out when you can give someone remission news. There's nothing quite like it."

He shrugged. "I can know for sure if it's a no," he pointed out. It was true. He could just outright tell the guy he wasn't interested to cut his losses. It was trying to decide if he wanted to jump through the next hurdle that came from this sort of thing. On one hand, he sort of needed to get back in the saddle after everything, but on the other hand, he didn't want to bother with that if the guy was going to end up just honestly being all talk and move back onto the next hard dick that's waved in his face. Bragging about not being turned down often wasn't getting Beau's motor running either. He just quirked an eyebrow at him for a moment in response to that. "Then maybe you should move on to denim dude over in the corner and save yourself the embarrassment of a tainted record, hm? I'm sure he has a huge dick you can suck in the backroom and go on your merry way knowing how awesome you are," he said with an air of bitchiness to his tone that showed he wasn't going to be any sort of fucking consolation prize because they dude next to him would hump the guy in a heartbeat. "Am I supposed to be impressed and grateful you're sacrificing yourself for me?" he added with a feigned pout, putting an overexaggerated hand on his heart. If the guy wanted to win him over, it wasn't going to work with him acting like Beau was winning some sort of prize for the guy's troubles.