"Ah. Perhaps but... I hardly think in the manner you're suggesting," he said. Of course, his parents weren't likely to give him any books containing material like that, nor would any library carry them. There were rumors about such a subculture gaining acceptance in the deeper parts of cities, but Hank doubted it would ever come to anything. Certainly never popular acceptance, after all, moral values were something very dear to the American culture (however flawed they were) and such relations between men.... "No. No, that's... I mean, I don't know how things are in this land, but that's just not going to...." he paused, then shook his head, veering away from the subject as quickly as he could.
The response to his unasked question made him arch a brow, and then he blushed slightly. She'd kept tabs on him and his activities? Well... he wondered how, but she seemed very powerful in her own right. Perhaps it would be best not to question that.... yet.
"Of course. I only ask for volunteers," he smiled at her. "Besides, I've made some amazing progress lately utilizing samples taken from victims of that... er... 'were' epidemic. Whether or not it meant to the City gave me some extremely fruitful leads to creating an antidote." If he weren't so tired, perhaps, he might have not mentioned it. After all, it was clear to him that Baba wouldn't approve of such measures to control his looks, but the antidote had far more implications than simply helping him with his feet. If anything, it was a step to unlocking the cure to all genetic issues. Then, who knew? He could start introducing genes, perhaps. Genes that would help keep people healthy, fit, intelligent. It wasn't a cure all for everything, but it was definitely a step of progress. "I do believe I have made significant progress on unraveling the genetic puzzle."