“What were you doing? This lot said you were over there," he growled, pointing to the section of the library he'd just searched. Rosa batted her lashes. "I went to see how Plunger was getting on. He's slowing down our work by trying to use his dick as a paintbrush." Plunger shrugged like that wasn't unusual behaviour. "It is the way of my crea-tiv-it-ai." “It’s creativit- tee ,”
Book:Alpha Wolf