“I wasn't sure if he would know what to do. And if he didn't, whether I would be brave enough to suggest it. Without me even saying a word, though, he opened his mouth and unfurled the most amazing tongue I'd ever seen. A thing to put Gene Simmons to shame: long, brilliant red, with a clever, curling tip. Possibly prehensile. Like it was an experiment, he made a tentative slurp and rolled his tongue in his mouth, like he was tasting wine. "Hmmmmmmmm.”