He was going to say something about how it was appropriate, or it would have been if he was on his knees, but she distracted him. The minx. "Pretty definitely. It's hard to get a job in movies, though, because everything's all CGI and green screen, and I don't show up. You think I'm joking. I don't. Or you have a moving set of teeth and a couple of eyes with no irises floating freely. I could pull off a good Cheshire Cat, I suppose. But there's always someone looking for a Puck or an Ariel or what have you."
He stayed on two legs, but only because he had more to say. Otherwise she'd be up to her ankles in pussy. "And I might head out to California and try out for some stuff. I hear there are some good shows looking to hire mutant and meta actors, and I'm green. I probably fit the requirements."