There was a hint of bashfulness in Meesei's reaction, however short-lived, as it was quickly replaced with her usual confidence in her reply. "Well, I did not claim to be an...expert on the habits of city-dwellers." 

Focusing back on Sabine, Meesei still had her sly grin. "But that cannot be the best you have to offer, can it? I also happen to recall a time when we were on a ship; you were young, and starting to find yourself curious about some things. You were maturing, and started asking me some questions about some changes your body was going through. Perfectly normal questions, nothing to be ashamed about at all. Except...you were asking them within arm's length of a few of the crewmen. One woman loudly exclaimed her relief when you had finished your questions, if I remember. It can be easy to forget that non-lycans tend not to be nearly as comfortable with their bodies as us."

"I have plenty of ways to turn your face that cute shade of red, Sabine. Perhaps I should shift the topic to grandchildren..." Meesei added, interrupting herself with a laugh.