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it wasn't like a vulva. murgash's tattered, lackey ears fell comically -- he shot the woman a disappointed gaze. the expression did not last for long -- not when the tail end of her words had been suggestively teasing. instantly his ears perked right back up again, as did other parts of him.

he nosed the water as if considering what to say, but he had already decided in his mind. this type of banter required a careful hand, a tactful, sensitive approach -- a connoisseur of conversation such as he should have no problem diplomatically handling such loaded words.

but this was murgash, and his words weren't as loaded as his lower extremity was. "oi! wot maeks ye think oi wonts te do it with a vitch? aint gonna fall for ye puttin a pox on my cock, NO!" he chuffed, his tone serious despite the merry twinkle in his gaze. after all, murgash didn't really mind things on or around said member; if it felt good enough he honestly might have even considered it.