[He felt the blood coming back up his throat.]

No! No... that....

That is a taste this master does not have, one kind is enough, no need for two....

[Not his cup of tea, futanari, and yes, that was where his mind went with that sort of comment. Forgive him, he has been on the internet too long.]

You look like a sword cultivator... why not... do something like that? Why seduce this humble master of no interest....

[Ignoring that he was called hot at least two times and that clearly the goal is to get into his pants.]