The size would certainly be a factor. Roboute wasn’t exactly physically compatible with most natural humans, so the thought rarely came to mind. In fact, Roboute could honestly say he’d never been attracted to someone purely on sexual terms. He’d never lusted for a womanly figure, or felt primal urges in his gut to propel him into her arms. And yet, as his eyes returned to Anne, he couldn’t deny an attraction there. She was cunning and clever. She was fair, in a waifish way. She was regal, composed, and kind. She was the sort of woman Roboute thought often would make a fine queen, but as the Primarchs were sterile, he couldn’t give her any offspring. “It doesn’t,” Roboute finally said, a slow smile crossing his face, “in fact, I’d be amenable to it. But I would like to know you better before I,” a chuckle let his lips, “’slam you all night long’, as you request.”
It was often difficult to make a woman like Anne to flush a bright red. The phrase escaping his own lips sounded ODD — perhaps it was simply because she couldn’t ever IMAGINE him uttering them. She felt her heart flutter slightly — another reaction she hardly ever felt. It had been a long time since she last felt this way about someone; whatever THIS was. ❝ How do you plan to do that? ❞ she asked him. ❝ Long conversations, perhaps? ❞