“Thank you for the nice compliment. You have a nice piece of equipment down there yourself. Certainly nothing to be ashamed of.”
Harley blushed again. “Stop ogling me like a piece of meat.”
“Simply returning the favor.”
Harley turned around in a hurry. “I wasn’t looking at your…uh, penis.”
“You can say ‘cock.’ I don’t mind.”
The back of Harley’s neck flushed into a deep shade of red. “Shut up.”
Connor burst out laughing again. He was going to enjoy teasing Harley. The man might be a full-grown adult in human standards, but he was adorably bashful over the most natural things like sex and dick.
“Okay. Fine. Anyway, I can conjure clothes that are less conspicuous. Maybe T-shirt and jeans. What do you think?”
Harley gaped at him. “You can do that?”
Connor chuckled. “Of course.”
“Wow! You must have saved plenty of money over the years.”
Connor snorted. “What do I need money for?”