[Dabi might have meant that as an insult, or even just a dismissive offhanded comment, but he's gotten closer to Dito's own frame of mind than he probably realizes. Purity and virginity weren't things that appealed to Dito-- in fact, he hated it in others as much as he hated putting on his own pretense. Anyone who claimed to be virtuous or righteous were only fooling themselves. Everyone was damaged goods, in one way or another. People like Dito were the only ones brave enough to admit it.

At Dabi's query a sudden change comes over the smaller man. His posture grows more loose and fluid-- the meager amount of light in the room shows a flush suffusing his face.]

Yes. [The word is a dreamy sigh, as if he were just now thinking of a romantic, passionate encounter and not a violent and fatal one.] Yes, I killed her. I killed the hell out of her. No asking for details now, or I'm sure to embarrass myself.

[He flashes a cheeky grin, the impish and coy sort of grin of someone who's never been embarrassed about anything in his entire life.]

Let's save the dirty talk for someplace a little more comfortable, yeah?