“Well, someone has to use them. You’re clearly not.”
“I guess I could start.”
“You could.” Then she cocked her head. “But your suppressants will prevent pregnancy better than anything. And even if these guys are your mates, you don’t know where they’ve stuck their wieners. They probably need to wrap it up in general.”
“Supernatural STIs don’t exist. It’s one of the few things I was taught about sex.”
Moira snorted. “Of course it was. That’s some patriarchy bullshit right there. They only care about it if it’ll make their dick fall off.”
We sat together, each of us digging into our ice cream in silence before Moira looked at me pointedly.
“So tell me about the piercings.”