He gives one last nuzzle into the titties before sitting back.

"So what you're saying is when Christmas rolls around I should get them a nest of Polaroids?" He's not even gonna question the not human thing because he only vaguely remembers what April looks like anyway, maybe they have three heads for all he knows. His memory is terrible and that's fine, definitely no other reason he can't place their face.

"What about you, assuming I survive this place without going on a murder rampage or getting murdered by the Stepford Townsfolk? Got a Christmas wish list?"