Paladin's Hope (The Saint of Steel, #3)

by T. Kingfisher

His own spongiform erectile tissue started to respond, and…dammit, now he’s got me doing it. I’m never going to get hard again without thinking about what the tissue inside my nose is doing.

The spirit was willing, but the spongiform erectile tissue was weak.

“Galen, I need your help!” Belatedly it occurred to him that Galen was probably murdering someone, but that really shouldn’t take priority. You could always murder people later, after all.

“Are we that different?” “Physically? We might be. Pigs can eat things that would poison a human. Humans eat things that would kill dogs.