Conor laughed. "A bit, yeah. It's the new ones, generally. They look so disappointed when I just raise an eyebrow at them."
He laughed even louder at the look on Duncan's face. "You opened that door, my friend. Now live with the mental images. Besides, I don't know. That's not really something that comes up in a casual conversation."
"Fair. Find him outside the dolls, then. He's got some great stories."
"I did say you could come along," Conor reminded him. "And I could do with a drink, so that settles that. I'd warn you about the fact that my house is constantly about 45 degrees, but I don't think it'll bother you. Since, you know. Vampire."