[He pulls a face as he thinks this over, still idly scratching the jiggling jowls of Sir Droolbutt, as comfortable and content as he'd be lounging in his own bed in spite of such invasive conversation. After a few moments of clear Deep Thinking...]
Maybe I will. [Said lightly, the idea of looking a bit lady-ish not at all one that bothers him. Lightly enough that it could be taken as a joke, even, but nope. This will be a conversation again one day and he knows better than to crawl back into Jeff's bed to give him a full report on what April would do with him while he wore a Lady Gaga wig like the monster he is.] Later, though. She's already aware this is a boy's night in.
[Literally a boy's night in Jeff's bed but who's counting?]
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Maybe I will. [Said lightly, the idea of looking a bit lady-ish not at all one that bothers him. Lightly enough that it could be taken as a joke, even, but nope. This will be a conversation again one day and he knows better than to crawl back into Jeff's bed to give him a full report on what April would do with him while he wore a Lady Gaga wig like the monster he is.] Later, though. She's already aware this is a boy's night in.
[Literally a boy's night in Jeff's bed but who's counting?]