"It's not. Wasn't. Won't be," he answered her unspoken need for reassurance. "You take joy and pleasure in it. Don't let four hundred years of Puritan morality undo four millennia of delightful indecency." That was definitely both Peter and Ogma, there.
He nodded. Didn't push. "Shall I tell you what I know and you tell me if any of it matches?" Because he did... need some of this information. If she was willing to give it.