Jazz brings her hand to her chin in thought. "He's definitely attracted to women, and yet he doesn't seem to masturbate." she thinks. "I don't know of I should try this on him. This could be very bad for him. I'll ask some more questions and then decide." She pulls up her clipboard again and finds her next question. "It can feel very good for some boys but I think you'll find out later. Now, how often do you get erections?"<br/><br/>Jeremiah walks out of the ressurection machine with his brain heavy and fuzzy, yet his heart light and fluttery. "Haahhh, Hunter was such a great pred. Huge muscles, a dark and mysterious past, a nice tight stomach but maybe too quick to anger. He's definitely going in my list of potential husbands." He steps off to the side to continue working on the machine when he notices that most of the stuff in the machine was pulled out. Granted, they weren't unplugged from the machine, but they were all lain out on the floor nice and seperately. "It's not sabotage, but what?" Jeremiah postulates. He looks toward one of the tables, where an innocuous beaker of fluids spilled out onto the floor, revealing footsteps that lead out into the hall. "Well, let's ask him then." Jeremiah then puts everything back into the machine amd proceeds to follow the footsteps.