"Good," he acknowledges, feeling a tinge uncomfortable but damning it. The time he'd read smut to a child in post-OP was because the boy couldn't understand a word, and his lewd magazines were only sometimes still hidden from Radar. "Then you're already a pervert and I take no responsibility for corrupting you further." And if his father ever caught wind of this, or anybody from Crabapple Cove-- scratch that, Toby would have a real laugh. Sex was natural, to hell with everyone for being prudes. It was also a good way to distract the body from pain, or from the urge to piss. Turned out, the very idea of reproduction was very high on a human body's list of priorities. Great, wasn't it? He waves his good hand in the air, like if it was a fairy's wand and he shifts his gaze up, just because. Because that was a loaded question.

No pun intended.

"If the item is an hernia or an angry appendix, then yes," he confesses. "You're not getting steamy stories from me there, toots." He closes his eyes and mouths a 'sorry' though the wispy smile suggests he's very much not. What a woman. Gee, he'd miss her.