1. What is one thing your significant other could do to you to rock your world?
Become superman, I guess. Well, supergirl, if you want to get into semantics. I can't see Izzy as being able to rock any planet, let alone Earth (no offense hon).
Okay, now this is troubling. Apparently "superman" is in my spellcheck dictionary, but "supergirl" is not. Sexist pigs. I'm adding it now.
2. Which super power (ability to turn invisible, ability to read people’s thoughts, or invulnerability) would you take and why?
I would have the ability to turn invisible. Screw invulnerability. That's only good in death-defying type situations, most of which could be dodged using invisibility anyway. But in your spare time, in which you're not fighting to survive, it could also be used for pranks, as well as just overall shenaniganeries. Also, I think the ability to read thoughts would just get obnoxious after a while. Well, if it worked like in What Women Want. Why in the hell I'm basing my superhero powers descriptions on a Mel Gibson movie, I have no idea, but that's what I'm doin', so STEP OFF!
3. Would you rather be tied up or tie someone else up? Why?
All of the above. Both parties tied up... Mmm mmm... that's the stuff right there. Just sit there and imagine what you could do to the other, BUT CAN'T! Makes it all the better, the suspense.
4. What is your best physical and non-physical asset?
Best physical asset? Probably my fingers. I use those for playing guitar, and typing lightning-quick. Oh, and the ladies find them mesmerizing.
Non-physical? Most likely my man-mystique.
5. If they were naming new Dwarves beyond the seven what would your name be and why?
Okay, first off, who in the hell would pick me to be an extra dwarf? I'm 6' 5" for crap's sake.
I guess then, if somebody did, that'd make me "Tall-y" or "Not-actually-dwarf-y". Possibly even "What-the-hell-were-we-thinking-y".
Bonus: What’s the most embarrassing thing you ever bought?
I stole some personal lubricant once, although that technically wasn't buying, and I feel obligated (by way of my fragile male ego) to tell you that I stole it for somebody else, and not for personal use.