“Are your human men strong enough to endure the hardship of birthing?” My hand slips. Wine sloshes over the edge of my goblet. Hastily, I set it down on the table. Vor chuckles. “I see I’ve embarrassed you again. Forgive me. I take it childbirth is another topic not discussed among your people.” “Well, no, actually.” I clear my throat and place both hands in my lap. “All of that business is kept firmly behind closed doors.”
