"Trust me, it's not that small. It's exquisite, really - but you'll be convinced of that when we go," she noted, baring those elongated canines again in a smile. Now that she'd devoured those pizza slices, salty anchovies and meat and all, Nerissa sat back in her seat and picked at her beer bottle label happy as a clam.
She actually had no clue what gargoyle fucking was like - what fucking a gargoyle was like - but now she really wanted to find out. Gargoyles were so reclusive, so potentially repressed. Buttoned-up and whatnot. Though maybe it just took some time to get them to uncurl those wings and those large stone nightsticks. "Monogamy's cool," she shrugged. "I've got nothing against it."
Mostly she just hadn't found someone worthy of making a commitment to, but the practice itself, it was fine. "We find mates too, we sea snakes. The female releases a pheromone which attracts the male she wants to mate with, once she finds one."