He caught her tone, couldn't help but look at her oddly, as if to say, but we don't need—

Ah, except they did. The thought which was somehow mortifying, if only because it had dawned on him so slowly. He winced faintly, still keeping her well-hugged to his side. "I see, but of what kind?"

Praying for something palatable; who knew what her concept of proper contraception might be? He had lived a little too long and seen a little too much quasi-mystical thinking on the subject to quite be at ease, and had always counted himself—not lucky, but at least as having dodged a very complex bullet.