"So, did you also have, um, a... memorable welcoming to the island?" He asks, then sighs and shakes his head, looking down for a moment. The confidence the heart he'd eaten gave him is still only barely up to the task, but it spurs and bolsters him enough, reminding him that, if he has Pyrrha back in his world, what can he really have to fear?

"Because I kind of had sex last night. Twice. And I'm still working out how I feel about that, but it's like you told me... I can't get it wrong if it's the truth. So I thought you should know, before... before we figure out what happens now."

The explanation pours out of him in an earnest, stream-of-consciousness flow, with only occasional glances back up at her face from his study of the ground between them, but it sounds firm and decisive, if squeaky.