(Dirk actually does laugh at that, though it's a short sound.)

I was specially crafted in a lab. Low chances for genetic fuck-ups. (He knew theoretically he was borderline perfect looking sans the scars and probably his eyes but still, hearing it come from another guy was a lot nicer than treating it like a fact.

That and Angel's body is soft. This time, he slides a hand around Angel's slim waist, tugging the body a bit closer and with certainty. It's absurd sounding, getting gangbanged by muppets, but at the same time it was no more absurd than the bullshit in his own universe.)

He looks like he would. (It's in the nose, sometimes.)

I ain't fuckin' a sexbot. At that point, I'd just build a better, hotter fucktoy.

(Which he has. God, he missed his extensive sex toy collection.)

I ain't got much opinion on either. That shit didn't exist back in my world.

(He pulls Angel even closer, pulling him around to be in front of Dirk. His other hand rests a little higher on Angel's other hip.)

Wouldn't mind trying it all with you though.