it is in between your legs
"So there's really nothing there?"
Minoth let his eyebrow - the right one, not the left - climb, climb, climb. "Why, Lady Origo, I didn't think you cared."
"It's interesting," she waved away his mock affront. "I'm not saying 'call it academic curiosity' or anything coquettish like that, but it's true that I don't know much, and I would like to."
Minoth shrugged. "You seem to know enough. Far as I know, not only is there nothing there, there isn't even a foolproof way to pretend there is, in terms of...procreation."
"And you wouldn't happen to want to try, would you?"