"The way you're describing him, I'm kind of picturing a pit bull." He grimaces, but he isn't surprised. This place seems like it's composed of assholes, no wonder he has one for a... wait, what? "Escort? You mean like.. Uh.." He flummoxes, trying to find a way to describe it before he shakes his head. "I'm not into that."

Misunderstandings aside, he narrows his eyes at Dorian for the quip and fixates more heavily on what he says next. "Are you telling me these chimps have mastered time travel and they're wasting it bringing in sleazeballs to beat up on each other?" It's like this country is run by.. Well. Him. But also a bunch of moron teenagers. "Trust me, they aren't in abundance in the future. That's the only reason I look like this." He gestures over his filthy self again, like Dorian hasn't acknowledged the fact that he looks like crap several times already.