[ Van Helsing can't help but overhear it, even though he's busy keeping his mouth shut as the scientists poke and prod him for more information. Not a chance, he's not talking. Not that it's stopping them from making their estimates. Age, weight, height, their thoughts on his dick size - he doesn't bother to blush.
He finally breaks his silence from somewhere beside her - ]
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He finally breaks his silence from somewhere beside her - ]
You don't owe them any answers.