[ Hey, he sees this thing every day. It's no news to him. Naturally, he follows her stare down to his junk, which is... there. It sure is there between them. Intruding. Also protruding. But Noire can blame herself for that part. ]

So, um... this is me! You can look as much as you like. Or touch, if that's something you'd like to do. Otherwise, this is about as interesting as it gets on its own.

[ "It", of course, being his penis. It's his penis. He gestures at it to dispel any shred of ambiguity. ]