"Of sorts." He answers, but Carlos continues before he can really form an opinion of it. He can understand the value of it, but he knows he'd never be capable.

"I see." He continues, his voice free of judgment. There's sympathy in his tone, because it is terrible that anyone feels obligated to do as much. But alas, he can't help being confused when he doesn't realise Cecil wasn't complicit in that much.

"Do you believe this cheapens your affections?"