[ The news is exactly in the same vein her joke would have gone in and for once she's glad that her impulsive little voice hasn't won out if only because it looked like it might pain him more. That doesn't stop her eyes from widening some, blinking a couple of times and needing to consciously stop her lips from twitching.

It's not a joke – that much she can be certain about. But old, silly impulses that she had thought she'd lost during the war were rearing their head. Mostly due to the fact that this was reminding her an awful lot about the one time Setheth had tried to lecture them once about how having loud "coitus" in semi public places was strongly discouraged which had been made less serious by the fact that his cheeks were the exact shade the man in front of hers was. The difference is that this man isn't Setheth and teasing him doesn't feel quite as comfy. Yet.

The question she asks next is hardly by any means a question she'd ask normally but curiosity and needing information make it sort of necessary. (Sorry, Basche.) ]

Does sexual solutions mean...actual sex? [ Now it's her turn to blush. ] You don't have to answer that of course. You've done a lot already by letting me know.