Forced CYOA REDUX

You tell him that, against all common sense and laws of nature, you'd rather have a figure of a cowardly prepubescent boy-child instead of the paragon of masculinity that is He-Man.
"What? Uh... that sounds... I thought you'd have plenty of that sort of thing at the Otaku Fortress." You can hear light rustling and the figments of a whisper.
"Looks like I can't give you one of those. Hmm... oh, yeah!" His next words come in a softer, more conspiratorial tone.
"If you talk, I'll share part of my sizable collection of anonymous private trackers, which will give you exclusive access to some high quality..."Category H" content, if you know what I mean."
As it happens, you know what he means.
"It's some good shit mayne. I know you're into that stuff."

A. Nope, that's still not good enough.
B. I'm sold. Ask away.
C. What proof do you have that you can deliver such a tempting prize?

D. o you got any of dat tentacle stuff?

"Yeah, you know it, tentacles and more!" The choice remains.

B.

A