Max is surprised. “That guy? Really?”
“Yeah, totally.”
“Huh.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“I’m telling you. I don’t have a type. It runs the gamut.”
There’s a pause. “They kind of all look like woodland creatures.”
“What do you mean?”
“Kind of shaggy and scruffy.”
“Yeah, I guess I like guys who look sorta...”
“Mammalian!”
“...like animals.”