Simon raises his eyes to track Gregor's expression. In many ways, despite having served him since he was a child, the Emperor is opaque to Simon. He has no idea if that look—horror, definitely horror—is just knee-jerk distaste for imagining anyone over the age of forty having sex, or disgust with the concept itself. Damn Betan sensibilities.

Awaiting more information he says simply, "That is correct." But he can't help but add: "So you can thank them both for determining your sex life, not the Counts."