Natalie blinked at him. Was that why he could barely articulate? What the roaring was about? He thought her touching him wasn't proper?
"What do the women on your planet do? Lie back and think of Zyrgin?" she asked, making sure the sarcasm in her voice was thick enough for him to catch her meaning. It was like mealtimes all over again, with her forced to do things his way.
"We will do this the Zyrgin way. It is not seemly for my breeder to interrupt the first knowing," he said.
Curiosity got the better of her. What harm could it do to do it his way the first time?
She wanted to rant and rave at him but more than that, she wanted him to touch her. If it meant doing things the Zyrgin way, she knew she wouldn't object, couldn't object. She wanted him too much.
"Um, okay, but you can't hurt me." She thought for a moment. "Your Zyrgin way doesn't involve whips and chains, does it?"