But oh the winds of change, how they blissfully blew her smoke in a different direction. Anger shifted into hilarity, and Phil unleashed a booming laugh as the man stumbled and tumbled over concepts his pea brain was hardly able to fathom. Felicity honestly wished Trevor was not banging some bloke back stage, because this here. This here was fucking glorious. Oh he'd be in stitches when she told him.
It took a good five minutes for her to recover and by the time she had, she was honestly in tears. "Oh dear Lord. That, that's a good one, a new one, but indeed a very good one. Alright let's start with the first inquiry shal we. Veela can give birth to males if they happen to fuck a human, hence why I said I am only part Veela. My mother was a Veela and my father was the poor fool to stick his wick in her, which she pumped til she had every last glorious drop up her sweet cunny. Then she birthed me and my twin, saw we obviously weren't full Veela and abandon us by a dirt road. The rest is history."
Phil sighed once more, "Now onto your next moronic inquiry. No this is not a brothel for gay men. This is a theatre, as the sign says. Hence why there is a stage, which if you had bothered to come like a respectable human being and arrived for the show rather than the after math...you would know." He sighed and took another shot, pouring him another as well. "Neither of us can help that your attracted to me, it's more of a curse then a blessing to have everyone enamored with you."