"Not necessarily, demure ladies need bodyguards too." Luka cocks his head and gives the ole Imaginatiator a spin. Kaivodulin as a prim woman of virtue and repression... There's a queenly tint to it, he thinks, something much closer to a stateswoman who never knew about birds and bees. The idea that she would feel such want and deny herself is the piece that breaks the illusion. He would guess that of the two of them, Kaivodulin has him outstripped for hedonism. "Could you see me without brash? I suppose I wouldn't have been stung, without it."