"Because I'll tell you when you smell like shit and ignore you when you're pawing at someone downright seedy?" Pan seemed to give into his needs with just about anyone. Dion really would accuse him of being attracted to a goat if he stared at one too long. He thought the other's discrimination skills were off. Aaron would go after anything with tits, and udders counted, or so he'd say.
"I'd buy pattern scarfs, wrap them around my head like a medical experiment," because treating horrible diseases was just an experiment to him, things were natural or not, would happen or wouldn't, maybe it made him a bastard but still. "then you could still accuse all you wanted, I won't go bald and then take up weight lifting or something." He said as he turned his head to let it rest on Pan's shoulder a moment, "They made me fat you know." He said with a pout. He'd never forgiven certain artists for making him look fat and prepubescent instead of just androgynous. "Textbooks everywhere, they add inches to my waist and your cock, it's really not fair how that turned out."
He raised his hand, waving a few fingers to get the waitress again, and all he had to tell her was the word "More." He didn't want to start drinking down all the other God ordered so he'd get them a few more shots at least. "Theatres, buy them, build them, live in them, put bars in them, and then sell them. What about you doing, besides lots of Stephanies?"