"Now that we're friends again, would you tell me what you were doing in the gardens the other night?" She asked staring up at him with an innocent gaze.
He groaned. "Aurora."
"And you have to say the truth, friends do not lie to each other." She added.
He shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat. "Aurora, you cannot ask me that."
"Why not?" She insisted. "I saw it, you know?"
He avoided her gaze. "It's not proper for a lady to discuss such things."
"If you don't tell me, I shall have to ask count Rhymes." She turned her back to him and hid a smile. "Or perhaps even my father, he is a man, surely he would know what you were doing with your..."
He interrupted her. "Okay, okay."
She bit her lips in victory and turned back to him with a clueless look. She raised her brow at him to continue.
He took a deep breath. "You must know what goes on between a married couple in the bedroom." He chose his words carefully.
She nodded. "I know that a man inserts himself into a woman to make children."
He nodded, his face flushing.
"But that wasn't what you were doing."
He shook his head. "When a man has certain... urges and a woman isn't around, he can..." He stuttered the last part. "Are you really going to make me sat it."
She nodded.
"He can.. pleasure himself." He finished. She remained silent for a moment them asked.
"Pleasure himself?" She repeated. "How?"
He groaned and covered his face with his hands.