Yes, look at him, he was a disgusting mess! All sweaty and... grimy and... dirty, dirty, dirty...

Magica's hormones weren't quite as active as Poe's, but she was a young lady who hadn't had the company of a man that way in... ever. Who would have thought this old mortal would flip the switch? Suddenly she felt very exposed, despite wearing a very conservative dress, and rubbed her arms shyly. She wasn't even sure what was going on with her body right now!

"Well, obviously, the kitchen wasn't going to have music coming out of it..." She mumbled. "... But I guess since you're staying here, you were bound to hear it sooner or later."