She leaned in close to him, their noses almost touching, her breasts pressed against his chest, as her hands start working at the laces of his pants. "By 'that', I would mean that I have gone into... season," she says, her face flushing a slight crimson. "And, seeing as there is a lack of suitable mates in the area, I need a... proxy. A surrogate mate, to satisfy me. Or else I might just have to burn the town down in frustration."