Nodding somewhat... numbly, Ewan blinked. Yes, he reckoned that the look on his face was quite the sight to behold at that particular moment, beet-red and horrified. Letting out a small squeak, he moved to sit at the table, still reeling somewhat at the thought of mannequins... with accurate genitalia...
A part of him was genuinely astonished he'd ever even managed to wrap his mind around the idea of sex, even if it was just limited to Dora and only Dora in his mind.