Danny begins light and careful. The last thing he wants is Hedwig to feel like he's having some kind of medical examination. Though he can't remember any exams he's conducted while teething at old bite marks and rubbing himself against the small of anyone's back before.

He can only imagine how Mrs Blumenkrantz would react to that.

When he'd found out about Hedwig's operation back in Darrow, Danny...probably could have handled it a bit better. A little more sensitively. Had he known a few years later he'd be in this position, with a hand massaging between Hedwig's legs and lips swollen from kissing him, he might have tried a bit harder.

A lack of a penis is definitely a plus for Danny. It's almost like a get out of jail free card, only jail is Hell and Danny's not above using technicalities if he has to argue his way into Heaven. Besides, 'man' doesn't mean 'penis', he's learnt. Just like having a penis doesn't automatically make you a man. He only has to look to his father for proof of that.

Hedwig is Hedwig. A concept Danny still grapples with time to time, but a moment like this helps him to understand a little better. Unwrapping himself from around him, Danny steps down to the ground so he can reach his nightstand, grabbing a condom from the top drawer and lifting it to his teeth to tear open. He pauses a second before, pulling the drawer further open.

"Ooh," he spots another in a different color packet, switching them out. "Ribbed?"