[Momo laughs softly, letting her hands come to rest against Jiro's hair, fingernails stroking gently through the short, dark mop of it. It's an oddly pleasant feeling against her fingerpads, and she doesn't bother to hide her grin.]

You don't have to worry about that with me.

[She...lacks...that particular problem, obviously.]

Though, do you...I could make one? A toy? If that's something you're into.

[It's a genuine offer, because she realizes that Jiro probably was just with boys before all of this.]