(Dirk mourns the loss of Savage's mouth. It was starting to shift from appealing to satisfying. The purr was an unexpected gift too, and Dirk's just about to move when suddenly he loses contact. Dirk sighs loudly, dropping a hand onto his own chest.

Okay, so bringing up brothers while boning wasn't the most tactful move. He could see the error of his ways.)

Anywhere that won't get sand up my urethra, preferably. I have many kinks, but sounding isn't one of them.

(Weeeeell actually...No wait, no. Don't think about it. He refocuses on the subject and the fact that a tentacle monster was heading their way. If this was his first death in Trench, it felt worth it.)

Maybe, but he totally thinks I'm extra suitable. More importantly, you don't seem repulsed by me.