Scrooge made a noise somewhat like a purr as he pressed himself against Magica and arched his neck for Poe. He gave a soft gasp at the squeeze of his hips, and they twitched at his interest.

Scrooge's mind, strict control softened by drink, didn't question the fact that he seemed to be responding to both of the De Spells' attentions. He wanted to please them, and being pleasured by them was a real treat.