At the same time the male was expelling what in fish is known as the milt.
"Hello, Milt," said a familiar voice as he reined Marc close to the step.
"I'll—I'll go home with you, if you want me to, 'stead of with Milt," she quavered.
Just hold on a minute and you'll see Milt Richardson pokin' along this way.
Milt scowled and looked as though he wished he hadn't said that.