"Oh no homophobic at all, I just don't wanna see my sister suckin' face with a girl. Or anyone. At all." The thought was fairly disturbing, the reality more so. It was funny to be sharing this with him. Not many people really related to where she was coming from when she ranted off about Contessa Leigh, princess of all and jewel of the family crown. Grinning at Lyle, Emmy chuckled heartily, not only because he'd said dicks and balls but because she was finally getting his mind off whatever had depressed him earlier. That, and the fact he looked like a stunned monkey after her little slip.
"Oh yeah," she replied casually. "That's my power. Not having sex as a man, but mimickry. I touch people," Emmy laid her hand gently on Lyle's like he needed a demonstration, "I get their code. I store it up here - " she then tapped at her head - "and I can turn into them whenever I want. Kinda like stealing identities, but cooler cause you can actually BE them. So I mimicked this really hot guy I met in a club once, girls were fawning over me and I was drunk enough to be curious aaand... the dick went up, as the DNA said it should do, and I just - did my thing." With a shrug the explanation ended and she put another drink to her mouth.