Ben sighed, waffling as he thought of how to answer. His main source on this was Art, because most of his friends weren't married, and most people who were married had no particular need to prevent themselves from having children. Since Art currently had a child, the efficacy of his methods and knowledge on the subject was... well, suspect, to say the least. It couldn't have been one hundred percent. On the other hand, Dez hadn't found herself guzzling an abortion potion six weeks after their wedding night (at least, not to the best of Ben's knowledge), so it had to be better than nothing.

"It's hard to say," he admitted. He wasn't going to lie to her in order to trick her into sex. "If you don't want to chance it — or if you don't want to yet — I could..." Ben drifted off, then shrugged. There were options, but none he really wanted to articulate specifically (not that he really wanted to be verbalizing any of this). "Do something else," he said vaguely. After a pause, he added, "Something discreet. So. You don't have to."