"The very craziest. Though I suppose I can count myself as crazy too. It's far more entertaning, I suppose. Never a dull moment." He leaned into the hug and wrapped an arm around her as well, keeping it there when she pulled away.
"He is the worst, I feel less creepy when compared to him. And what exactly are his morals, what does he define as bad? Basically, does Santa watch you masturbate. That's what I want to know."
His mouth twisted a little; he appreciated her discretion but he didn't want to talk about it at all. "I have been, at least the potions. The pills are hard to remember. I get distracted before I can take them and the next thing I know it's too late to bother. It's just a mood. I'll snap out of it soon."