"Yeah, you're way too altruistic for me," he said with a shrug. "You know, I say fuck the other guy. Other people, they're fine. They're great to have sex with, they're great to amuse you on occasion, but really, what they're best for? Dying and going through shit instead of you."
He shrugged, no shame in his face for his selfishness. Of course, it wasn't entirely sincere. He'd risked his life for those he loved more times than he could even count, but it was sometimes fun to fall back into the role of a narcissistic ambulatory penis. Hell, he was damned good at it, actually.
"Yeah, Mouse is a good dog, though. A Chinese Foo dog, one of the ones thought to be magical because he guards temples. And hell, maybe he is. He can talk. I've heard him." Of course, he himself was a dog at the time, but that didn't matter, did it?
He laughed at her words about the awkwardness of porn, a sound that had dissolved panties many times before. "Isn't that true? I'm good, and I'd never do those things. I like my limbs in working order after I'm done."
He scowled a little at her, a look that was somehow still sexy.