Remy very nearly stuck her tongue out at him, instead she just rolled her eyes, "It's a bit more complicated then jumping on your chest or your waist or whatever." Then she laid there, thinking about what he said. He wanted kids. With her, presumably. Before he got too old, or too dead or something. She'd really never thought about it. "So that's why you keep fucking me without a condom?" she asked. "I.. look, there's a chance that I.." she didn't mean to turn serious, but well she had to tell him now. "There's a chance I have Huntington's.. which means if I do.. I wont be around .. either and.. there's always a chance of me passing it on.. so.."