[She scowls up at him, unamused by his laugh.]

An answer was all that was necessary, thank you. I'll experiment on my own time, then.

[At least if she vomits from it no one has to know. Rosalind sighs sharply, her fingers curling against the half-wall she's leaning lightly against.]

Are there any other sexual clauses I ought to know about? Am I going to be a virgin again, that seems about the frequency this all works upon.