I-- I don't think so? I mean, they've said that we can't get pregnant... I mean, that travelers can't, which would be you, because I-- uh... yeah. I just, ah, wasn't meaning to...

[He looked over at the tin of honey still on the bedside table, half gone.]

That stuff is really, really potent.

[And then he saw her hand still cuffed to the bed and sat up to reach down for the tangled ball of his jeans and underwear near his feet, trying to find where his pocket was so he could get the key out.]