Iggy is a veteran soft bitch himself. He's pleased to see that Teddy looks so happy, slowly coming to the realisation that this might be a conversation that traditionally doesn't go so well. It's not that Iggy's ignorant of how the wider world views gender, it's just that on a personal level acceptance is the norm and has been his whole life.

Teddy's insistence that she's weird, however, just makes Iggy smile a little. He's yet to meet anyone that actually was as weird as himself, but that didn't invalidate anyone's experiences.

He opens his arms. "Oh sweetie, of course! I'm one of the world's great huggers, bring it on in." He is, too - he embraces Teddy like a long lost friend, releasing him just before it gets awkward.

He has to consider this new information. "Oh yeah... yeah, her tits were covered up. Maybe I'm thinking of like... Marie Antoinette. Oh my god I'd look so good in that era."

He grins and gropes his chest. "If I had tits I'd look like a stick figure with circles added, like how a kid draws naughty pictures. I'd still try it, though."

He hums thoughtfully and looks around. "The god thing... that's new to me. Like, okay, I am familiar with the concept from other cultures and like, the occult and whatever, but personally I've got no experience with the idea of anything so big being so immediate. I was raised religious but it wasn't the sort of thing where you sacrifice a goat at a shrine in the woods."

A frown. "...I hope I don't have to kill a goat. I'd cry."