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Peregrine smirked at Finley's frank remark, then smiled smugly. "It is frightening, due to its sheer size. I mean, the girth alone..." He trailed off there, leering at her, then shifted his eyes to the back of Pan's head. Only then did he really become aware of Pan's rigid, fearful stance. The Alpha almost made a filthy joke about how Pan (and a particular part of his anatomy) should fear his dong size... but, while he didn't usually mind making jokes at the expense of others' comfort, Pan was an exception.

He placed a soft kiss on Pan's hip, then moved to stand beside him. "I'd never do that to you," he whispered lightly into his lover's ear, giving him a dopey smile. "Unless you wanted it." Louder, he added, "I don't think Pan is into public displays and voyeurism, so it's your lucky day, Finley Fuckface McGee!"

Now, jokes aside, "I have a long, rainy patrol ahead of me... unless one of you wants to take over and let me off the hook?" Bright-eyed Peregrine revealed a beseechingly toothy grin as his jade eyes bounced between their pretty little faces.