[Oh, well at least he's... aware and seems to be okay with reeking of vodka. As he sits, Tanjiro carefully rearranges himself to draw his knees up to his chest so he can hide his nose in them, because it's less obvious than keeping his hand over his face, and this guy actually seems concerned and like he's trying to help.]

[He thinks, at least??]

[The tops of his ears definitely turn a little red at the blunt way he just says it's an island for kinks, but-- he appreciates it, he thinks. A straightforward approach, despite him being young. He fidgets.]

I mean I wouldn't say I'm a kinky teenager, but I do know what that means. [He turns his head for a moment and-- God, Klaus, he is going to struggle with how much you smell like a cornucopia of alcohol and drugs always and forever. He pulls his sleeve up, ignoring that it's damp, and hides his nose and mouth under it.] But, um... Thank you, I think. For the warning?