Yes, yes, like a baby's arm holding an apple. Better yet, tentacles, so that he can play up with the partial Wutanese heritage of some of his conquests.

Well, he's been in Wutai for something like a year, slogging through jungles, mountains, and the monsoon season. The safest relief's probably been with the charms of Miss Rosy Palm, and he's developing a thing for someone who's emotionally retarded. The little head wants action.