I'm not hurt, sorry to break it to you but your dick's not that powerful.

[ He keeps the tone light, offering a chagrined smile. The plate is set down on the bedside table and he straightens as casually as he can, hands on hips. Should probably be an adult; Molly's the one who was enchanted, who had his autonomy taken away. Fjord is just ...

Well. Never mind that can of worms right now. ]

Listen, it's fine. What happened ... It was those bastard ghosts messing with you, I know that. We're good. Just tell me if you need anything to feel better. Getting manipulated like that must have been awful.