The horror. Don't worry, I won't inflict my dorm-mates on you. ...You know, you continue to make perfectly horrible assumptions about me. I'm not sure I like it. [Though his amusement says otherwise.]

Well, your subtlety was almost too much for me, but I think I figured it out. That can be arranged later, too.

[Much later. When he's not worried about it making him cry. But obviously, Owen has better sense than to say that last part out loud. And it's not a lie, it just has multiple interpretations.]