Dora nods, very seriously, "Yes. Brothels. They had them in Morocco where Iago and I were, and I had to swear to Val we wouldn't get arrested and thrown into a brothel forever even if Iago did knew where they were 500 years ago."
"Oooo," she coos with excitement and starts petting his hand like she would a puppy before manipulating one of his fingers. "That's neeeat!"