"Nothing wrong with growing big, Rob," he said. "I mean, there's guys as big as you, right? There's, um, the Mountain that Rides?" Valentin made a face. "Okay, I can't think of anyone that isn't fictional, but that's neither here nor there. You're big. It's hot." Valentin blinked. "If, uh, if that's what you're into."
To hide the fact that he'd just said something possible uncomfortable, Valentin downed his drink. He had to belch, and then said: "A goatherd, really? I'd have to wear one of those hats, and one of those... Lederhosen, right? No thanks." Valentin pulled at the collar of his leather jacket. "This? This is the standard issue Valentin Graff uniform."