"Huh, you think she would?" Thomas thought about it a moment, coming to a sort of agreement. His eyes paled a couple of shades at the thought. Empty night, he was too hungry if he was thinking of doing that with Murphy. He'd end up shot, castrated and jailed if he even looked at her wrong, he had no doubt. But feisty little women were so hot.
He looked back at Harry with an impish grin and shrugged. "She thinks you should be with Molly? I hope you don't mean that way. That's creepy."
Of course, Justine had been quite a bit younger than Molly when he'd gotten together with her, but that didn't count because, well, it didn't.
"Are you really letting those things get in the way, Harry? I'm a monster, a literal monster, and Justine still wants to be with me. If you want something bad enough, you make it work out."