Grimmgang suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, and a vein on his forehead looked about ready to burst. After a moment, he settled down and resumed walking. "You know, sometimes I forget you're not a real boy. Hasn't Daiya given you the talk about the birds and bees yet?
Be glad I know you're not teasing me, or you'd've had my fist in your face. And believe me, I know how to crack your shell. No, we're not mating. I'm just saying what he is: a fancy pretty-boy, and people like him use that to get what they want. And since right now what he wants coincides with what we want all is well."