[No, it doesn't offend him. Honestly...it's nice to be treated like this for a change. Like he isn't the killing machine he was made to be, because that wasn't something he ever wanted, nor asked for. He was forced into it. Forced to mold his life and very existence around it, making it all he knows. So, to be shown a sort of softness of this caliber is to be given something Wolfwood had torn away from him at a very young age. Something he could never fully reclaim, not on his own.

His features soften a little as Vash explores the planes of his body. He is very well built- unsurprising, given the heavy gun he carries constantly- and unlike Vash, he seems to have plenty more dark body hair across his chest and beyond that he doesn't bother upkeeping. There are also parts where hair doesn't grow, parts where scarring discolors the normally soft brown skin. An inward shudder passes through him at the sensation of Vash's touch, his gaze following his fingers until Vash deigns to speak up, prompting him to look back at him now that he's taken his top off entirely. He'll get to his slacks in a moment.]

I have. S'been a while for me, too. They weren't really times I particularly cared to remember.

[One night stands, all of them. Wolfwood can't be expected to upkeep proper relationships, not with the kind of person he is. He never saw those people again, and he doubts they even remember him. Transactional, nothing more. There...just wasn't anything there beyond a means to an end.

So, perhaps in that regard, he's out of his element too.]

...but this is different. I mean it.