"... bullshit," you stated flatly. "Oh sure, you're getting a little moody here and there, hormones and all, I get that. However, if you were really so weak willed as to let biology dictate who you are, then you'd have submitted to my hot sausage way earlier on and I'd have had a lot less interest in you," you declared, shrugging off the very idea that Ap could be anybody else but Ap.