Darling, if you could smell what I smell, you'd call them that or something less... savory. One of them left a rather fertile present for you.

[If she didn't know, she should. Not just because it would let her know that she had others interested in her, which she had a right to, but that one was a bit more persistent and potentially dangerous than others.]

You met a jackal? Unless you're genuinely interested, you need to give him shit.