Bigby puffs out a ring of smoke. "Nope," he says, punctuating the 'p'. He can't, not really. Sure, he had a weakness for girls and loved to admire them but he didn't talk to them long enough to care what they thought. Girls were a mystery and a headache that he was better staying away from.

Except for one girl and she didn't know he existed so he couldn't fathom it was her.

"I think you're just making that shit up."