“Exactly like that. But nothing to do with sex.” Down below, he grunts as I scrape. “Good. I was starting to wonder about humans.” I snort-giggle. “Humans are just as weird—or as normal—as every other sentient being, I think. Sex is always on the brain to a certain extent.” “You’re safe here,” he tells me unnecessarily once more. It’s like he feels he needs to keep saying it just so I know for sure, and that’s kind of sweet.
