"Wha-?" It wasn't an especially intelligent sound. In fact, Bobby felt oddly reminded of the way his two dumb boys would sound when he told them something new. He cleared his throat to get away from seeming like an idjit, yet his expression was still baffled. "You ain't a girl."

He felt that needed stating. Evidently. "I don't care how many skirts you wore, you're definitely no girl. I don't mind, I'm just sayin'."

Wait, demon. "You ain't gotta change how you appear or nothing either. Just be yourself. That's what I li-- Yanno. What I'm used to."

He still felt as if he was missing some link there. Bottom. STD. Girl? The girl thing was tripping him up. "I know how to get a man off. I am one. Seems a lot easier than with womenfolk."