Sun Mote Copse Plasma storm.

She agreed? Well, that wasn't what he'd expected. But she seemed to get it- the mechanical aspects of reproduction made no sense to someone who hadn't yet felt any significant sexual attraction...At least, none that he'd realized, or been able to identify. He had had stirrings of feelings when he'd met the strange creature- the dog- who had come to their borders, but he had also felt his heart pull when he'd met a male named Ridgeback at the borders as well. But he didn't necessarily recognize these feelings as being anything sexual in nature. Perhaps it was simply the discovering of a kindred spirit, or perhaps it was just physical attraction. But he certainly hadn't experienced any feelings which had made him feel queasy, unless the topic of reproduction was directly addressed. 

He grimaced; Towhee didn't mince words, and he realized how much he disliked the word genitals as it made him feel that gagging feeling at the back of his throat again. But he also wasn't sure if it was the simple word, or the idea of mashing his downstairs bits against someone else's that grossed him out more. It certainly didn't sound appealing, and it began to dawn on him that perhaps he was just squeamish about certain things. 

At least she seemed positive about it, which made him consider things for a moment. "So it doesn't hurt, then?" He asked. And there it was- a link between his cowardice and squeamishness. "I can't hurt someone...An' I also really don't want to hurt my..." He trailed off, with a shudder. Immaturely, he didn't feel comfortable describing his own anatomy, but he knew Towhee would know what he meant. And dreaded that she'd say it for him.