With a body like that? Her shock was evident. "Wait, you've never–" Morgaine groaned dramatically, looking away as she smoothed a hand over her face. Of course he still had his V-card. It was silly to assume otherwise; he was like 3 years old, goddammit. "No," she said slowly, rasing her dark eyes to his, "I'm just not."
A shrug as she grabbed up her detergent again, gratefully closer to hand now, "Sometimes people – human people – just aren't attracted to other people." She held up a hand, placating, "Don't get me wrong – you're very attractive. Like way, way very attractive." She realized she was staring again – eyes wandering over the curve of a sculpted bicep, the strong line of his jaw – and jerked her eyes back up to his face. "It has nothing to do with you, really. It's just kinda how it is."
He wasn't asking the hard questions, yet. Maybe they hadn't occurred to him. Was it too much to hope that he'd let it go and forget all about it? Lost in these thoughts, she went through the laundry motions automatically. Another dollop of detergent into the little tray at the front of her machine, quarters hastily inserted into slot, and "normal wash" selected and "Go" button pressed and voila! – her machine started with a rumble and a hushed sound of running water.
"Shit!" she exclaimed, "Dammit, I'm supposed to be teaching you, aren't I. I don't suppose you caught any of that?" She gave him a placating half-smile, meant to distract.