Gale opens his mouth. Closes it again. Pantomimes a fish on dry land for a moment longer.

Then he gets a look, a little spark in his eyes, that marks him as less flabbergasted and more stubborn and rebellious. "Technically speaking, any humanoid creature is... fuckable." Not a word he would have chosen, and he turns a little redder for having said it, but he also won't be cowed by a mere word.