'Don't worry. If anyone's gonna screw things up, it's me.'

Jeff almost says it, almost wraps his self esteem issues up in a little joke, but he-- for once?-- manages to swallow it back, if only because he's pretty sure Bash will see through it, and he doesn't want him to worry.

So he's glad to just parrot his Dominant with a, "Yeah... Communication."

As if his main mode of communication isn't "go into party binge mode and avoid everything".

Jeff grabs a slice of pineapple pizza and leans against Bash comfortably, relaxing now that all three of them are on the couch.

"Wait, so when you say this is all new to you, do you mean, like, um... the Dom/sub stuff, or the, uh..."

Jeff you can't just ask people if they are-- or were, up until landing in sex city, with all its quotas-- a virgin!

At least he seems to realize it, because he quickly adds an only slightly panicked, "Nevermind!"

And then he takes a bite of pizza to shut himself up.