[ she's very red, brow furrowed, and glancing back at him even as she jerks away just slightly from the sensation, still sensitive. She doesn't try very hard, though, apparently content to be touched.

Unsettled, slightly, by his calm acceptance of discrimination though. But maybe it's the idea of something close to her experiencing it that rouses her ire, even in the hypothetical. ]

It's... less knowing my limits and more about practicality, I think... I could not be a good parent, but any measure. Even if I wanted it.... It would-- prolong fulfillment of my duty, and then leave behind a motherless child... it's abject cruelty, I think.