Careful what you say, I might say yes. Not like you don't know my horrible secret already.

[ wry. there's no fire behind the "horrible" for once, though, like he's slowly come to terms with connor knowing he's gay.

in any case, he hums noncommittally at first, then runs his tongue over his teeth. ]

If I'm intending to do it for a while, I may as well figure out what the fuck to do to keep me busy. I don't actually want to build a smuppet empire, though the sewing keeps me busy well enough. There's just not enough of a niche market for them in a place so openly sexual.