The nips feel both like admonishment and tease, possibly by design. Max is trying hard to take Siffluer's words to heart. It isn't the first time he's been corrected on this kind of negative self-talk. Deep in his gut, he knows that what happened to him was a terrible case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Somehow that hurts more, because it didn't have to happen and yet it still did. He's better off not dwelling on it. He's here now and he won't be going back. There are so many new things open to him now. Speaking of...

"Uh..." a flush creeps into his cheeks. As horrifying as it is to hear Siffleur talk about eating himself, he's past the point of being surprised by it. Can't be after the faire.

"We were talking and I mentioned how I've always been curious what it would feel like to have a clit or even a vagina. I don't really want that, like, on a normal basis but I mean everyone has to be curious about that sometimes, right? So, she gave me that doll and told me I could use it to find out for myself for an hour if I wanted."