"No, no. Not a cop - not a fan of them either." Maybe he bristled just a tad, but quickly regained his composure. "Well, that one does feel a lot better when tugged than my bicep." He slipped his arm back into his coat.
Sven wasn't fishy, just vain. He liked it when others seemed pleased with his body - that was part of his appeal. The pheromones helped, of course, but they were never the first thing that caught someone's attention. Without bothering to button his coat back up, Sven felt his nipple harden under the thin material.
"And here I thought you said that hardly anything fun was ordinary..." his voice tapered off, a Cheshire grin sliding across his face.