[His face — flushes a little, self-awareness propagated both by Cy's explicit words about his bodily fluids as well as by a helpless flare of arousal in memory of the act. It's only his own fatigue that keeps his mind from wandering in another direction; his interest in Cy never seems to wane, after all.]

It couldn't have been that many. [Huff.] I feel like nipples might get in the way on a daily basis. They'd chafe on my clothing, wouldn't they?

[Sometimes practicality wins over horniness. Though, most likely he'd get used to even that.]

Not my... dick. [He's not that adventurous, sadly.] ... The other two sound all right. [In fact — the thought of his belly button, in light of genjutsu and their dwelling on the aspect of pregnancy, sticks bright in his mind.] I'll think about it. What jewelry would you choose?