On cock molds and confidentiality

Lozo: So do you want to go partners on my Cock Teas idea?
Me: What would I have to do?
Lozo: Open a bar, run it, then sell them at your bar and give me half of all profits. And I suppose you can make the cock molding of me too.
Me: That sounds like a lot of work. Especially the cock molding. *Shudder.* Can't I just be the official Cock Teas girl?
Lozo: Fine. I'll get someone else to make the molding.

Lozo: I got Meg to make the penis molding for 50 bucks.
Me: You didn't offer me money!
Lozo: You want 20 bucks?
Me: Fuck you
Lozo: Maybe you can be the cock girl after all. That is, the girl who sells them.
Me: "Hi. I'm Jess. I'm the cock girl."
Lozo: Instead of a tray of shots, you'll have a tray of my penises. Which coincidentally, are the same size as the shots.
Lozo: I'm just kidding. I'm huge.
Me: Duly noted
Lozo: Actually, I was kidding about kidding. It's an innie.

Meg and I discuss the fact that she was offered $50, while I was expected to make a molding of the cock for free. We deem the entire business "bullshit."

Lozo: Hey
Me: Hey
Lozo: Any discussions between you and I regarding my cock, and any moldings of my cock were confidential.
Me: I didn't sign anything.
Lozo: We are "on the record" right now on Googletalk. That's binding.
Me: Well, binding going forward, perhaps, but previous communications regarding your cock and moldings of your cock are not covered under that clause.
Lozo: Fine.