How is this simultaneously one of the most mundane and one of the most salacious conversations Wrench has ever had with a fellow summoned? The fact that they aren't discussing telepathy or dragons or unearthly realms ought to come as a respite for the man who's gotten used to having his worldview rocked each and every time he talks to someone new. But right now, Wrench feels the heat creeping up his neck and realizes he's probably blushing, and that this is the first damn time anyone here has managed to do that to him.

I'm not a prude, I'm just pragmatic.

The wind picks up as they disappear further along the trail, and Wrench takes note of the downed branches. He keeps pace a little closer to Iggy, not eager to see the young man stolen away by some errant breeze, or impaled by a piece of downed fencing caught up in a cyclone.

Oh yeah? You ought to see me after my monthly bath, then. Despite himself, Wrench can't help being taken by the levity of the compliment. He tries to conceal his own grin, but ends up doing a bad job of masking the simpering chuckle of self-amusement.