Wrench watches this approach and doesn't try to pretend not to scoff. Iggy, he's decided, is utterly incorrigible. The realization of this fact sends a jolt of something through every last nerve ending in his torso. He wants to feel annoyed. Thinks he ought to be perturbed at a man who doesn't see the benefit of holding his own cards a little closer to his chest. The truth is, though, that Wrench admires it.

What, you trying to get closer to me? Right after I tell you I haven't showered? It's not specifically true, but neither is it entirely untrue, Wrench realizes to himself. Thank goodness Solvunn has so many natural bodies of water all around it, because what the man is, is entirely unhoused.

I bet you say that to all the guys. Yet here they are, and the terrain isn't getting any easier. Wrench can only speed them so quickly through an increasingly-brambled maze of forest. Is your family actually that pro-sex? Even with their gay son?