Babe, it doesn't bother me. So some weirdos think they own you because they see you whip your dick out now and then, that says all I need to know about how messed up they are. What are they going to do to me, bug me on instagram? They'll run out of steam when they see I'm going nowhere.

[ Fjord sinks down on the sofa and opens an arm for Molly to come cosy up, wine and all. ]

I can handle internet nerds.