Absolutely I wanna pitch. I am a hundred-percent into ... pitching you.

[ Babbling as his nerves start rising, his hands restlessly find his belt again to hook on there for stability. ]

This is good, right? Not the browsing the internet alone part, that was frankly disturbing, I could have gone my whole life without seeing a woman with ribbons threaded through the skin of her back, [ dark, dark rabbitholes, he's lucky he wasn't on youtube, ] but I wanted to give you something to ... work with? I didn't want you to feel like you couldn't tell me about any of this.