Sephiroth: I’d want to know if the sex was bad. If you think I do not perform to some standard, by all means, let me know so I can correct the situation. *folds his arms* What does it matter if you’re pregnant? How can I make sex better for you?
Zulmire: *rubs the back of his head, then moves over to her, nudging her shoulder* Yeh, come on. I take you to da buildin’ now. *glances at the demons lazing around the room and heads for the door*