"You might as well. Only live once, you know." He popped a vial of leeches into his basket and offered her a grin. Did he look really gay, while smiling in this body? Probably. Maybe she wanted to be his beard. Gay men didn't know what they were missing. Well, they did, but Anthony didn't get how anyone could pass on a nice pair of tits. She had a nice rack, from what he could tell. Nice.
"I'm a sneaky kind of guy," he added with a laugh as he began to look for the sal ammoniac. "It's not the easiest potion to make. If you haven't tried it, you should. Besides, you never know what kind of mischief you can cook up with it." That half-grin returned, especially once he had found fluxweed.
"I'm..." Shit. A name. "Erik." Yeah, that sounded gay enough to be plausible.