"First it was a public show, now it's a private one," she murmured back, a grin of her own teasing her lips. "I think you're the exhibitionist."
Still, she settled closer to him and just relaxed in his arms, amazed once more at how right it felt. "But yes. There are many more of my kind. They come in all shapes and sizes, and I hardly think I'm a perfect specimen. There are plenty of women who are much more attractive. Of course, the fact that you don't notice them is all too the good."
She took a few deep breaths, both to settle her hormones and to enjoy his cologne, and looked up at him. "So, I was reading my journal, and I noticed your, uh, conversation. How many others have you met? And, um, do they feel... the same?"