[ She rolls her eyes, but just a little, and mostly for show — as she often does. ]

Is that what you wonder when you think about me? What kind of weird shit my body can or can't do? [ To be fair though, if warts and things were something she needed to be concerned about, she probably wouldn't be such an unrepentantly freewheeling slut. Guess there had to be some kind of silver lining to her curse. Not that it's mattered lately — not when she hasn't been with anyone since him. ] Might've liked you better when you were unconscious.