Chéri looked back, a light smile on their faced, as they approached at a slow, controlled pace. Chéri looked around and then looked back at her, their thoughts tucked away as usual. And yet, something was visible: some tenderness appearing in their expression as they came close.
“That is a lot to think about. Do you already know where you want to raise them?” It wouldn’t be weird to ask that in a brothel. The choices were limited and very well defined.

Chéri nodded and picked the bed, crossing their legs and putting the palms on the mattress, then leaned back and smiled. “I can see that makes you nervous. Is that the only reason?”