Dick suddenly really wishes that his coffee were a bottle of beer, or something much stronger. It would really make this conversation easier to wash down if he had a tiny boost of liquid courage. Not that Dick knew fear. This was more about things that made a man like him extremely nervous and drew circles outside the realm of behavior he might have expected of himself while under the influence-- even if the substance was from hell.

Taking a deep breath, Dick takes a sip of his coffee and slowly looks across from him. "Sex. It was some kind of sex. I mean, I imagine. I- I remember that much. You, you're different ... I mean, you're not.. " female he's thinking, but Dick didn't clearly recall there being male parts either. He was confused and there was fur, and touching and he felt hands everywhere. God, that felt so good at the time.

It was enough to stain his face slightly red now even beginning to think about it. As far as Dick knew, his only preference had always been women, and now he didn't know. He had stepped outside the track, and was on a new train altogether.