Gar laughed and flew off again, walking beside her after a moment of indeterminable shape. "Even when I have two legs, you're still being hit on by an animal, Rosary." He liked the unreserved smile on her face, for the brief times that he saw one. It was dark enough that she couldn't see the blush on her face, and being green meant that the blush on his face was rarely visible to begin with.
One of the many advantages of his condition, in addition to being hung like a horse and quick like a cat.