Well, t'be fair, even if you had experience bein' near guys' junks-- [WAIT WHAT WAS HE SAYING. Vinnie's brain was lagging behind his mouth, and scrambling madly to catch up to the idiocy that threatened to just tumble off his tongue. His face might've turned a faint, pink hue as he backpedaled.] Not that I'm sayin' you have, just that... havin' one's different from handlin' one?

[Dear god. Maybe he ought to just go back to pure, objective advice. The Venusaur awkwardly rubbed his forehead as he tried to think of other man-relevant tips Voile might need.]

...Make sure you wash it? Under the sheath too, if you have one... stuff collects if you don't.

[Someone had to give her the hard facts.]