Urijah shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think he expects me to get married right after I graduate, but he doesn't want my lack of knowing how to dance to hinder me from getting married either." He answered, knowing that being married in the near future would benefit his father greatly. It was why his father had adopted him after all. Though very few people knew of this and it was just how he liked it. He had then asked the embarrassing question, of how Cyrus had gotten that many partners, since he had mentioned that others liked to fuck with him. Cyrus answered it, the answer had made sense but was that all it took, just to ask them and they'd more than willingly sleep with you. His hand was covering his face in embarrassment, but he couldn't help but peek at Cyrus when he had heard the face palm. Hearing his words, he felt confused and looked at him a bit longer. I feel so embarrassed that I had asked in the first place. Wait, what, people mess with him? Who? He thought to himself. Though it sounded like Cyrus had still slept with more people then him, but to be fair, he just simply hadn't been in a relationship yet.

"Sorry. I misunderstood." He apologized as he pondered how to answer Cyrus when it came to people messing with him. He hadn't been around Cyrus to know of such a thing but he hated it when people messed with other people, didn't they have anything better to do? "Other students mess with you? That really sucks. Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked, hopeful that he could be helpful in someway. He wasn't a fighter, but standing up for others, he'd try his best.