we won't go to war

The fact that the man of Pan's dreams had pups should have been the first clue.  However, the alarm bells in Reek's head had yet to ring.  He had yet to put two and two together and realize the father of those pups was the one that gave him a permanent reminder of his big, fat mouth.  The self-important douche-canoe as Reek had dubbed him.  If he had only known that that guy was the object of Pantaleimons affection, he would have told him to run... to run very far away, because there was no way in hell that Reek was going to that figurative wedding.

Reek listened along as Pantaleimon clarified his particular situation, but no matter how hard he tried to explain, Reek only became more confused.  The whole gender-bender thing was completely lost on him, simply just because he didn't understand.  Maybe Pantaleimon was just confused?  He was pretty sure growing up with the Neriedes would have made anyone screwy.  "I- uh, I don't get it buddy,"  sputtered Reek in confusion.  "So— so you're like a chick... but not."  Reek gave his friend a nervous glance to see if he had understood correctly.

But then he heard Perry and his glance turned into a scowl.  He was the asshole who had scarred his face for life, thus ruining his future modeling career. "Stop," said Reek as he put a forepaw to Pantaleimons muzzle.  "Perry?"  Reek shook his head and sighed... Pantaleimons preferences where obviously skewed.  "I mean, do what makes you happy bro, but seriously... that guy?"