What?

[Now he looks at Warren, confused, the one word asked sharply yet with so much confusion.

But looking at Warren doesn't help the confusion at all. He's... flushed and doesn't look mad... says he doesn't want him to go. Calls him and idiot.]

I just told you I have wet dreams about you while were cuddled in bed, Warren. I-

[Gordon is the one to get upset now, not mad, but frustrated in his confusion about the whole ordeal, hands waving aimless.]

You should be yelling! Cussing me out! I don't know something!

[That he seems weirdly okay with it is almost unnerving!]