Chris shook his head. "I don't mind it, just...well, being conscious to see my own remains floating around just is not the kind of thing that gets me off." He smiled at her as she wrapped her wing around him, the wolf fairly dozy himself, one paw resting on the dragoness's belly, though he did look up for the "hotdog" bit. "...That's one of the few things I've heard where I can't actually guess what would happen. Or where I'd fit in."