Nope, no, this is the opposite of what she wanted, even more babbling about Abysa's reproductive anatomy. He's talking about the demon as if he's a science experiment, or worse yet, a stepping stone to create some sort of breeding program for Great Ones. It roils her stomach, reminds her of stories she heard about Cylons who attempted to unlock the secrets of biological reproduction and how it could be used to further their own agenda.

The only thing that keeps her from being offended outright is the blatant confusion on the scholar's face. Could he really be that clueless?

"He's not a creature," she says finally, trying her best to keep her voice steady. "He's a sentient being. A person. And most people like to keep the nature of their reproductive anatomy private. They don't want to be talked about as if they're only worth the value of their parts." Her frown returns. "I think it'd really hurt his feelings if he knew that you were talking about him like this. He might be embarrassed, or upset that you didn't ask him first how he felt about sharing this information. I think it'd be a good idea if you kept your speculations to yourself from now on."

She puts a hand on Bucky protectively. His earlier remarks on her feathered friend's splendor suddenly don't sound so innocuous.

"I don't like to assume," she replies plainly. "Your friend said that you were bleeding explosively from the head and growing tentacles. He was concerned about it."