Javier nodded along to your words as you spoke, eyes flicking up from the guitar he was tuning to you to show he was listening.

“So you don't like sex?” He summed up as you finished, correcting himself slightly afterwards. “Don't feel like you ever want it.”

“You just never get uh…” the Mexican paused, waving his hand a bit to try and remember what the word was — if he'd been told at all. “¿No te pones cachondo?”