"Well, I know it's affectionately referred to as 'Sex Island'." Parrish rolled his shoulders. "And that procreation is the ultimate goal, but really sex is sex." He managed to keep a straight face. He was glad, though,t hat Argent wasn't a werewolf. Hopefully he wasn't picking up on any subtle cues Parrish wasn't meaning to be putting out there.
Because he was straight. So very straight. He'd never even considered...and he wasn't considering it now! Really, he wasn't. Argent was, in his own words, intimidating. Very intimidating. But on the other hand, he also knew what Parrish was, and he wasn't intimidated by the hell hound. There was that word again, intimidating. It seemed to be a theme, and Parrish wasn't sure what to think about that.
"I also know that there's no grocery store or fast food joint to get food. WHich kind of sucks. But what're you gonna do?" He smiled a little, trying to play it off.