[Well, good. At least on the front of not having to share any details. Keith is comfortable knowing that no one would think that he'd fall into that sort of thing. It's funny—while he was at the ball, people couldn't get over how out of place he looked. It wasn't fun, just loud and uncomfortable.

And that's not counting ... the rest.

But then Cain pivots, asking for his name. Keith's about to open his mouth to correct him when that last part comes out. It gets a mortified look from Keith, who, somehow, has never actually been called pretty in his life.]

Uhhh, I'm not—

[Nope. He stops. Shakes his head. Closes his mouth. Moves on.]

I'm Keith. At least you remembered the K. [Keith won't hold it against someone that they can't remember his name. So, he doesn't sound too bothered.] I can't remember what he said your name was, or if he even said it. Wasn't really up to remembering it.

[Note: Keith never remembered people's names up until a certain point in his life when he realized he could actually develop attachments. So, there is that.]