[The asexuality strikes Throné where she sits. Granted, he isn't oblivious. If she were, like, naked in front of him, he would be flustered considerably. YOU JUST DON'T LOOK AT NAKED WOMEN WHO HAPPEN TO BE YOUR ROOMMATE?]

Your secret is safe with me.

[SHE COULD JUST TELL TEMENOS THAT HE IS DYING, and he would shrivel up.]

I see. [He turns so he is straighter where he sits; something pulls a bit at Throné's lower back.] I haven't spoken to any of them yet. Not the first go around for sure.

...Not a fan of crowds really. [...] Do you think they would have a book on the "nanites" inside of us?