Blackfeather Woods 20 questions

He was on his feet a single, ungainly moment later, whirling upward, expression mortified a moment. Damien. He relaxed in the slightest, glad that it was not one of the many scents he did not know, but his nervousness was not abated yet. "No," he blurted quickly, attempting quickly to compose himself. 

"I-I was just wondering. About it." He muttered rather lamely, looking to Damien with something that slowly morphed into curiosity. Damien certainly had a few more years under his belt then he did, and perhaps he knew the exact purpose of a penis.