‘What is he, some kind of ravenous sex god?’ Personally, he’d have been happy with one, but four was just mindboggling. The creature which he had begrudgingly begun to name as ‘Mr Growls’, thanks to Burrow, had honestly not appeared to be at all interested in changelings to require a personal harem. He suspected that old Switcher was madder than first thought, although he couldn’t rule out the possibility that the scholar was playing them all for fools.