C'mon, you think a guy like me would have sex dungeon?

[ He snorts, taking a shorter sip of his beer. See, Hank really doesn't find himself attractive, that's the joke. ]

But yeah, that's what it's for. The door's deadlocked and trust me -- werewolf claws can't pick locks or do too well with keys, so it works out. [ Once upon a time the lock had been on the outside, but living alone, Hank has had to make due. He'd considered asking Connor for help, but that hasn't gone anywhere. ] I keep it stocked and just kinda... make sure I get home early on those nights. It ain't glamorous, but you get used to it.