“No, no they don’t. But- ugh.” He grinned at that, “the way she swung back and forth….” he laughed, “try dealing with it and vomiting- there was more then one moment I was less then attracted…” He grinned again at that, taking a sip of his drink.
“And I wouldn’t wish Higgs’ other on anyone, though-“ he had a thought, “wonder if they coincide, maybe it’s easier.” He smirked; he didn’t even want to think about a hormonal werewolf, even if it did seem hilarious for a moment.
“Hey- I wouldn’t mind two. With Marlowe that makes three. Nothing wrong with that!” He said defensively, even as he laughed. “And no, they’ll be on your brooms, riding circles around you.”