He might be able to see the face she's making, but it's still there. "Oh, god no." There's mild disgust in her tone, as well. "He's like a brother, not like that. Yuck! No, my dream man was one I dreamed up and got put into a computer program I was trapped in. Sweet bloke. Handsome as you like. Terrible stutter. His name was Lee, and he was... perfect. But it was a perfect world. Nothing like that could be real."

Moving back to him. "Right, though. Gender doesn't matter. Supposing looks aren't as big a thing for you these days, if they ever were to start. What about a smell? Or the way they sound? Can't do taste, not licking people just to test for you."