Then, against every instinct she possessed, she asked the question.
"Can they even…" She stopped. Her jaw worked. The words were clearly causing her physical pain. "Can they… perform?"
"Fuck? Yes, of course."
Velara flinched as if he'd slapped her.
"Their bodies are in perfect working health," Quinlan continued cheerfully. "In fact, those among the men who struggled with certain… mechanical difficulties while alive might find themselves in for a very pleasant surprise tonight."
Velara stared at him.
"I'm not sure if they can sire children yet, though," he added, stroking his chin. "We'll need to conduct a study. Maybe the church can pray for fertility on their behalf."
"I will do no such thing."
"Missed opportunity."
