Yeah, well--!!

[... give him a minute, Botan. He's gotta get a bit of puffing up and sputtering out of his system, here. He seems to be grasping around for a good retort or excuse, but he's clearly coming up empty-handed. Once he finally realizes the jig is up, he deflates, looking frustrated and extremely abashed.]

... listen, it's not like I'm taking anybody out on a date or offering sexual favors here, okay? [He stuffs his hands into his pockets and hunches his shoulders defensively.] Besides, the guy who gave me this gig said that half the money'd go to charity, so...

[So it's fine! It's for a good cause, so even if Keiko did find out, she shouldn't be mad. That's how it works, right?

... yeah, no. That's not gonna fly and he knows it. Shit. Yusuke shifts from one foot to the other, his eyes darting about nervously. Then he looks at Botan again, giving her a bit of a hangdog look.]

You're not gonna rat me out to her, are you?

[He leans towards her a little, conspiratorially. There's a gleam in his eye.]

I'll give you half of my earnings if you promise not to tell her.

[... Yusuke please.]