Shame on them. [Corry doesn't mind the closeness, actively encourages it with a crooked finger, a smirk.] There you are, all starry-eyed from Small World, without a single customized piece of shit to be found. Poor little Iggy.

[That crooking finger reaches out, twines one of Iggy's curls around and around, gently.] I'm not quite old enough to be unfamiliar, darling. An accurate assessment, of my energy and the dick in question.

If I do say so myself.