Somehow, I doubt that. And then, should he not be using such a thing to protect my genitals?

[Yes, semantics. But the anger's gone from her voice and she's taking a seat back on the couch, patting a cushion.]

It has nothing to do with the curse. I felt this way before the shift. And after. We spent time together during the shift as well, so not even the Malnosso decided to change that.