[Gah! Thankfully Crow doesn't have his claws out, so the sting from that flick is short-lived. Shulk pouts.]

It was just a suggestion...

[Do monsters even have to worry about diseases? Wait, hey, they can't reproduce anyway! The fog god has your number, Crow. Speaking of Crow, what's he doing -- okay, that sure is a face full of tail Shulk's getting, a veritable fluke mustache. He grabs it, moving it away from his face and tugging on it for good measure because hey, that's not safe! Not to mention kind of lazy.]

Wouldn't it be easier to get up off the bed? You can take your pants off too while you're at it.

[It's an elegant solution, see?

Shulk's just going to lie here and watch unhelpfully. Does it feel weird walking around with an erection? He's not sure he wants to try. ]