The bear didn't smell great, but it was probably preferable to an actual dead polar bear, Lennon thought. This was more musty and dusty and well-aged. Leave it to Marco to egg him on, too. He was eyeing the stand when Felix spoke up with his extremely important question and he had to pause to laugh and glance over at the stuffed otter.
"I'm gonna be honest here," he said. "I'd still get naked in your room if you had a stuffed gila monster in there, so I'm absolutely good with the otter. He's cute." If he might want to toss a t-shirt over its face when they got busy, that was nobody else's concern.
Lennon snorted at the idea of 'Operation Bear Mount' and held back a few choice words mostly for Marco's benefit. He was able to situate himself on the stand in such a way that it looked like he was riding the bear's back. "If you're horny let's do it... ride it, my pony," he sang in a high-pitched voice, nodding his head to the rhythm. "My saddle's waiting... come and jump on it."