Octavia rolled her eyes, but she at least finally sat down on the foot of the bed instead of looming over it.

(She wanted to get between them, and it was only half driven by thoughts of making herself the filling in a very dirty sandwich. The other half was a somewhat vulnerable craving for the comfort of having them both bracket her in. A rare urge, especially lately.

She wasn't acting on it, at least not yet.)

"Would the study lead to names that wouldn't make my junk immediately shrivel up in horror?" she rasped.