[In that small window of silence, in the other man's contemplation, D'Artagnan thinks this might go as it had with Amelia, where his own indecision on how to approach such matters lends itself only to abstract discussion that further confuses him. He's failed with this every time, his quest to educate himself on the purpose of the concept of dominance and submission that isn't tainted by the city, broadly, and so how can he expect any clarity in one particular circumstance he wishes to focus on? It's muddied in his thoughts already, and when Wash speaks again, D'Artagnan isn't sure he'd rather have simply been dismissed.]
... Forget what?
[He furrows his eyebrows in genuine confusion, not taking the question as an absolute, but as having missing context.]
no subject
... Forget what?
[He furrows his eyebrows in genuine confusion, not taking the question as an absolute, but as having missing context.]