Glad to hear she likes tea, he smiles and puts on some water to boil. Waiting for the kettle to do it’s thing, he riffles through his collection of varying teas.

“Is there anything you like in particular?” Because he has choices! If not he will just pick one for her.

“As for why, it’s rather simple really. They’re looking for some gene and apparently the only way to find it is to have sex. Not that I approve of any of this, far from it. There is a quota we have to meet every month and they’re not above forcing us to get their results if we don’t cooperate.”