"What's wrong, sweetie," she asked him.
"Nothing," he lied, "nothing."
"It hurts, doesn't it? Growing inside the little cage."
"A little," he said, blushing, remembering all the times she called him little and small and cute and pretty."
"Maybe you should leave the room, it's only going to get worse," she grinned, pulling her friend's foot to her mouth and seductively licking it. "And you know, right, you know I'm not letting you take it off no matter how much you beg."