He rolls his eyes to the ceiling and counts to ten, then rubs a hand down his flaming face. “It’s proportional to my figure.” “So, long and thin?” He balks. “Thin?” He spits the adjective out as though it were the gravest insult to his person. “My cock is not thin.” I smirk, which only serves to strengthen his scowl. “Since you’re Fae, I assume you’re not circumcised?” Even the tips of his ears glow now. “No.” I keep smiling. “Noted. Do you want to see my breasts again?” He squeezes the bridge of his nose. “No.” “Don’t look so nauseated. You’re going to give me a complex.” My comment is met
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