Moonspear making the rounds

He knew he probably shouldn't have asked, because before he knew it a giant story about hormones appeared. Typically Pyx, he thought to himself while she talked. Does she even realise that she's rambling on and on? I wonder what she'd do if I'd pretend to fall asleep. Does she know how boring she's being? How long will this go on. At the end of her story he nodded, though he'd barely caught any of the conversation's contents at all.

The subject of pups was easier, because it was more centered around him and it wouldn't as quickly turn into a monologue of Pyx telling someone about a subject she knew a lot about. Anyway — he snickered when she asked if he'd want boys or girls, because he had never really thought about it. "I haven't thought about it. It's not like I have much choice, anyway. A bit of both's probably good."