"you have the worst taste in men." (midvalley uwu)
Hᴇ ɪs not entirely sure he's taking dating advice from a guy that thinks wearing white in the desert with all it's sand and dust and blood is a good idea. He's most certain he also didn't ask him for a judgement of his taste; and besides, there's a sneaking suspicion the man doesn't even know what he's talking about and just puts out far more confident sounding statements in the hopes of landing a dart thrown in the dark.
Still. Talking! Progress! He'll take it over attempted murder any day, even if that means humoring him about what he thinks he does or does not know about his love life. Probably more fun than what they discuss in his brother's killer circle, too.
(First of, his taste is great. Secondly, he's not dating only men, thank you very much. Not even at the present time. In fact, the ratio in his current on going life is increased by a full hundred percent in favor of the ladies. Given, he's not fully sure how any of them happened, surely not due to his insane game, but — the result counts, right?)
"What gave you the impression?"
Humored, then. If that's the lowest blow here, then please. There are so much easier ways to attack him, even without any bloodshed.