"To cause pain."

This is the uncomprehending and slightly concerned stare of a person who does not know why someone would want that!

".... It wouldn't work on me, because it's my venom and I'm immune?" she attempts, going with the first applicable reasoning her worldview understands.

"Oh, I got that part. It's not you who would be feeling the pain. And before we go down this little rabbit hole of a conversation I want to give you the option of not doing that."

"If we don't go down this little rabbit hole of a conversation I will continue to be very confused and thinking you'll have all of the worst intentions about it because that keeps turning out to be smart with my interactions with people that aren't my sisters! I'd like to give you a chance to prove my flinch reaction wrong! So thank you but no actually please explain, this is a bit alarming."

"Pain can feel really nice during sex. Or outside of sex. For many many reasons but I just thought about fucking you while you scratch my back with those claws and..."

His fondness twitches a bit.

Well now she's blushing very very much!

"Oh. That. Um. Oh. Okay."

"So your flinch reaction was probably wrong," he concludes.

"Yes, yes it was very wrong! I thought you wanted to use it on other people! Not. Have me use it on you."

"Well, I'm sure there are war applications," he concedes.

She snorts. And also blushes. There is so much blushing. She realizes this and covers her face with her hands and giggles into them.

He laughs. "You look very adorable when you blush."

Giggle. "Thank you. I didn't. I didn't know that was a thing!! Is. Is that a common thing? Pain feeling really nice during sex?"

"I don't know how common it is in general but I think it is more common amongst soldiers and fighters than other people? And I am the person who enjoys the largest variety of things in sexual ways that I have ever met."

Eutelia snorts again. "Oh, I see. Okay."

Zotikos should perhaps focus on cooking but his mind keeps being drawn places. He has to stop his hand from accidentally wandering down himself; he expects that would be definitely going too far.

And meanwhile, she eats the opened scallops!

"... You keep almost touching yourself? Are you okay?"

His hands immediately find something food-related to busy themselves with. "—I was going to apologise but maybe what I would instead do is take two steps back and ask if you know what masturbation is."

The blank, uncomprehending stare of someone who thought sexual pleasure for women was a little bit of a dubious prospect, definitely didn't know that sexual pleasure was a thing that could not involve other people, and furthermore grew up in constant contact with eight sisters and not very much privacy or alone time.

Hoo boy.

"You can simulate feelings of sexual pleasure by rubbing certain body parts. Men can do that with their penises, anuses, nipples sometimes, or sometimes other sensitive areas like armpits or the back of the neck. Women can do that with their vaginas—human women, I suppose I don't know exactly how it works for you," and boy exploring that sounds like a real exciting prospect lemme tell ya, "and anuses and very often nipples and also other sensitive body parts too.

"I would offer to show you how it works on me, but..."

"I... don't think that will be necessary," she says, smiling and flushing a little. "Yet, anyway, I..." Eutelia trails off. ".... I think I'd like to figure it out on my own? Without anyone else's involvement, so it's... mine?"

But she does look very gratified and a little smug. ... Also just a little teasing, like she's enjoying driving him just a little bit crazy.

"That," he says, hands still busy with the food, "is entirely reasonable."

"But I can go collect more scallops, or some other things if you'd like some variety. While you cook."

"That sounds like a splendid idea!"

"I'll see what I can go find, then!"

Fortunately for the pacing of this conversation, she has finished all of the opened scallops and can just immediately go dive back into the sea to give him some space. For cooking.

And by the time she comes back, his little bowl with the scallops will be resting on his loincloth's fabric to cool, and his fondness will no longer be so apparent.