If you remember, he had himself snipped so he could keep screwing his prey without the resulting crotchfruit. Artemis' advent must have rattled him.
Except now, you know.... brewer's droop, and he's shacking up in the Speed Queen Suite of a low-candlepower repressed virgin. Not a lot of worry-free sex, in other words. But wait, there's more! He's crowding forty, and he'll soon have benign prostatic hypertrophy, ear hair, and andropause! His fahnenstange is just a pee conduit, soon not to be so reliable, at that.
Lol (as Thtthyxtth might say)