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Her huff had been more or less shrugged off, words decidedly unimportant. He could tell that she existed, but didn't know how to go about accepting what his eyes had seen between her legs. It was confusing to him, the experience something he'd neither encountered nor previously been told about. Xan was the type to rely on what he could see, but this time, he felt uncertain whilst doing so. Her member said male, but she said female, and that was something he couldn't quite wrap his head around. But, that isn't to say that he wasn't willing to at least try, but persuasion (or possibly even bribery) was necessary.

A point was made, and a mistake realized. Shaking his head, he'd dismissed the notion entirely. "Forget proving anything," he'd shot back, unintentionally snapping. "Get me one of those pinching things to eat, and I'll take your word on being a girl." Of course, he'd still question it in the back of his mind, but he'd refrain from bringing it up again verbally if she were to feed him.