This is actually happening. Actually happening. The incredulity of the situation is snapped by Ken's own judgment on Chikusa, and there might be a hint of pink lighting up that pale skin of his.

"It wasn't the blowjob that was bad," he points out defensively as he adjusts his glasses in an effort to compose himself. There's no mention that it was just every other dumb decision that had the whole thing go to hell. "And Ken, you're not buying one."

A pause as he realizes that this could be taken as a challenge, and he amends his words with, "Not looking like that." You know. Covered in blood.