You withdraw the baggie and hold it in the air for Urbolg to see. You ask him if he’s ever had a peanut-butter cookie before.

 At the question, and when he recognizes what it is you’re holding, his eyes widen and his back straightens. “Ah, lad,” he says with a start. He’s surprised, momentarily at a loss for words, but he recollects himself. “In a bit of a kinky mood, are ye? And here I thought ye were just lookin’ fer somethin’ to munch on. Er… maybe ye are?”

 You tilt your head and ask him what he means.

 “Ye fer real?” he asks incredulously. “Ye really be havin’ no idea what peanut butter be doin’ to a Korgonne’s, uh… biology?” You answer positively: he’s the first Korgonne you’ve ever offered a peanut-butter cookie to.

 “No way to mince werds, then,” he says, not shying away from the topic. “Peanut-butter, in any shape er form, makes us Korgonne jizz like a fekkin’ fire hydrant. One taste of the stuff and we’re cummin’ our brains straight through our dicks; shit, us Korgonne aren’t exactly the most sexually aggressive out there, and just a whiff’a peanut butter’ll get us ready to rut like horny bastards. Werks on our women, too. Don’t matter if yer gay or straight, either: one of them cookies’ll make a hell of a mess, fer sure.”

 You stare at Urbolg, surprised and amazed; you scan his expression to see if it’ll crack, and it doesn’t. He’s telling the truth.

 You look at the cookies. They truly have that sort of effect on a Korgonne? “Do I look like a fekkin’ liar to ye?” he asks, his tone lighter than his words. “One bite o’ one of them cookies and I’ll be fekkin’ paintin’ the floor with my cum.”

 He crosses his arms as your gaze goes from him, back to the cookies, then back to him. Honestly, you’re at a loss as to how this is a bad deal. You impishly ask him if he wants one or not.

 Urbolg hums and strokes at the bottom of his muzzle as he considers it. “Hell, why not,” he asks as he hooks his hands underneath his apron to lift it off himself, bearing his full, nude body to the air. “Could go for some relief, an’ I’m a bit peckish, besides.”