What is his name?

As you bask in the after glow, you were about to ask your werewolf...

Your 'werewolf'?

You suddenly realize that the man with three fingers up your butt is a total stranger to you - you don't even know his name. All that comes out of your mouth is a bovine, "Um..."

He gives you his characteristic chuckle and suggests, "Maybe I should get my hand out of your butt?" He pulls his fingers out, gets some tissues from a nearby cabinet and cleans himself off while saying, "Judging by your expression, I'm guess you have questions? Shoot." You feel disoriented and more than a little irked that this annoyingly handsome werewolf is so completely calm after turning your world upside down.

You slowly turn to face him and push yourself up to a sitting position. It takes you so long to crane yourself up that by the time your half way there, the werewolf has already cleaned himself up and is beginning to dab and wipe your slimy belly. Once you're fully upright, he gives you an appreciative nod for your skinny, but rock hard abs - an altogether mundane feature of fairy anatomy, but apparently not a given for werewolves.

Once you're clean, he pulls over a stool, sits down and looks up at you waiting for your inquiries.

"What's your name?"

"Alex."