Being carried like this should probably sting Bob's (sometimes problematic) sense of masculinity more, but he's still just grateful he's not being left as spider lunch. A gratitude that will extend for some time to come.

Jostled slightly over the shoulder of a big wolfman isn't where he'd pictured his life ending up, but for now - and for the sake of his sanity - he's trying to let that roll off him like water off a duck's back. Maybe storing it all up without processing it isn't the best idea but it's all he's got for now.

"Sorry what?"

Unlike Khoriya, Bob hasn't yet cottoned onto the fact his dick has decided it's go time. As far as he's concerned he hasn't done or said anything to warrant a response.