[ Matt's about to say ... something lukewarmly anarchistic, probably, so no big loss when he stops. Or maybe he's gonna stumble towards something apologetic about Durant's missing arm?

But then the word lover comes along, steamrolling every non-sex thought in Matt's head. ]

... Ah.

[ You'd think that as an actual, literal sex magician, Matt would be blase about this sort of declaration. Instead, he flushes slightly, gaze flicking from fingertip to suckered fingertip.

The possibilities are endless. This dude could turn his hand into a Wartenberg pinwheel, or a feather duster for sensation stuff, or (considering tentacles are no big deal) a flogger? Or a brand, or something zappy for electro-play, or a paddle. Matt is instantly curious. His mind, moving of its own accord, continues merrily down its sex shop inventory.

He laughs, awkward. ]

I do appreciate that kind of thinking--that um, not everything has to be a weapon. Only limits are what you're into, I guess.