Even Cater, as unaffected and unflappable as he tries to act, can't maintain his cucumber-cool calm when he gets to the X-Rated M/M scenes. He can feel his face flushing, his body reacting instinctively to the explicit material, which then makes him choke and he hurries to close it, looking over his shoulder at Idia.

Yep, he's still out. Queenie up there must be looking out for him. He needs to snap himself outta it, he is totally not about to get an accidental hard-on in an otaku's room. Yeah, it's time to leave, officially. That said, though...

Cater approaches cautiously, reaching out to shake Idia gently by the shoulder. "Hey, can I borrow one of your doujinshi?"