"Relationships are not for a Scribe!" Dracnar explains in a non-sympathetic tone, as the finishing touches were put in place, which was the purple outer robes that would cover the suits. "The rods inside you will be the only thing you will ever have in ever being close to have anything sexual. It will also assure that there is no need for urination. Nor will you need to take a shit." He smirks with malice and glee, which caused Bellatrix to feel herself being quite wet in just how desirable he was by this expression.