text: After she asked for permission to say something delicate, Arilash said, "You know, you could cut down on your need for getting drakes to help fertilize you after you're married by using them more beforehand."
  
  "I had a sort of farewell coupling with Csirnis," I said. "I didn't really want any more. I'm rather insulted. And he doesn't like twining me very much, not after he's used to you."
  
  "A pity. He is crazy, but his offspring would be excellent. You could probably blackmail him. Tug on his famous sense of honor that he's got to service you a lot, and before the actual marriage."
  
  "'Service', like I was a sheep. You pick the most romantic words, Arilash."
  
  "That's how you're treating it. And how eager you sound for it."
  
  I puffed frost at her. "Hardly. The sheep is much more eager."
  
  "I suppose I shouldn't try to talk you into borrowing some of my drakes to help you now? I've enough to spare."
  
  I drooped. "I think I'll wait until we actually want dragonets. I can hardly do that after chasing you out of the mating flight for doing that."
  
  "Somebody is too honorable to be counted as sane."