Michael shrugs. "I mean, I was seventeen," he says. "Why not switch you like this? I mean, for me, it'd be shitty, because then my sex life would pretty much be me and my hand," he quips, and he can't help it.

He gives Caleb a smirk, knowing that he's not going to like the question, but he's still going to ask. "You done that yet? The whole, you know, female pleasure thing?"