I Can't
"…what do you mean, you were a virgin?"
Allen took pause, sparing a vague glance toward Ash, fully intent on returning to eating but he stopped completely in his tracks at the look on her face. There was an abject mixture of shock and horror painted there, and the longer she didn't move and continued to stare, the more self-conscious he became.
"Umm…it's…what I said. I…I was never with anyone before we…you know."
"I…what? What?" She blinked a few times, stood up, and shook her head. "What?! No! You-you…what do you mean, you were a virgin?! You—no, no, you're lying, I can't have been the one to pop your cherry! No!"
The more she spoke, the redder Allen's face became and it got the point where he simply pushed his plate of food aside and put a hand to his face.
"I'm not lying," he mumbled back. "It's true. You were…you were the first. My first. Can we please stop talking about this now?"
"I…I don't think…I can't. I-I-I…"
She stole a glance of him over her shoulder, opened her mouth to speak (or stutter, quite honestly), closed it, opened it again, closed it a second time, and then retreated toward her room while shaking her head muttering to herself. He didn't quite catch all of it, but he did think he made out, "I think that just broke my brain. A virgin! Oh my god, I'm a cradle robber."
He groaned softly.
"Wouldn't it be the other way around, since I was apparently born almost a hundred years before you were?"
"…oh my god, you're the technical cradle robber!"