César can't help but laugh a bit through his embarrassment, too. Magne's cute.

"... you know, that's super smart. I'm game for that." He adopts that philosophy as his own automatically. "More time it is, then. ... it's my preference, too."

They're quiet enough to be heard only by themselves, and it's a good thing that the Oak & Iron is quieter, because César becomes quieter still, breaking off his gaze to look to the side.

"And I wish to speak to you about things ahead of time, anyway... whenever. My neurological structure causes impediments—" César stops himself then removes that blanket of technical terms he was starting to hide behind. "... My brain throws curve balls. I don't want you to think it's because of you it if it happens. And we should both be comfortable without surprise hangups."

He's not going to mention he's straight up disassociated before during sex, but it's on his things to warn her about. It's clear there's something worrying him about it. So it's not just all about her needs, but both their needs. César wants her to know he's got things going on, too.