"Yes," Ashley agreed, lifting his chin proudly at the touch. "And very beautiful."

He shifted in closer, resting his arms gently on Scarecrow's shoulders. "So are you going to fuck me, then? Have you got a cock?" He tilted his head, innocently curious about it. He would be disappointed, though not terribly surprised, if his monster proved incapable. One could never be sure of what anatomy monsters did and didn't have.