Seven. It's not exactly surprising to have Riddle call him an idiot, but it is a shock that he jumped all the way past any other activities they could get up to and straight to needing to get lubed up. He stammers in his surprise, but takes a breath to compose himself as best as he can.

"There's plenty we'd be able to do," he replies before adding, "and FYI we do have some. If we're really going to need it."

Does Riddle really want to go that far? Right now? Cater's not even thinking about the fact that Riddle's sick and he shouldn't be doing strenuous activity when there's way more pressing concerns taking up his thoughts. Very horny concerns.

"So...are we doing this? Cause it kind of sounds like we're doing this but I'm really going to need a solid yes or no."