Though he knew he would never not be embarrassed about how everything had happened in Paris, at least he felt a little more at ease. Her fortitude for the subject was somewhat comforting, he doubted she was going to judge him for anything here, including his lack of knowledge, aside from some of the rudimentary basics and smidgeon of personal experience. Frankly he'd very nearly asked all of these questions to the... madam at the brothel while there, but had been too self-conscious.

"I didn't mind." Though he'd been incredibly drunk at the time, curling up next to her in bed had been seamless, easy, comfortable. He'd slept really well, all things considered. In their new, tentative position, he looked forward to doing it again in the future, even if the future terrified him.

Sighing softly, Nemo supposed that he was in an alright spot now to have whatever discussion she wanted to have; he could keep the mild anxiety to himself. "Frankly I thought I was a little too drunk for anything to happen, but I was betrayed by my own body." He laughed. It didn't happen every morning, but waking up next to a warm, half-dressed body certainly had helped.