[There's a moment in there where she is sorely tempted to derail this by asking a few follow-up questions, because the idea of things like illness and pregnancy simply not being a thing here is at once something of a relief, but also existentially unnerving. Focus up, she tells herself, sternly. She can ponder the nature of reality later, after she's banged it out.]

I hope being a Dominant is as fun as it sounds.

[She quips, as she rips open the condom package - moving to put it on for him, unless he objects.]

I'll, uh-- I'll look into that later, but for now, better safe than sorry. And please, I'm classy; I'd wipe myself off with your pants before I went shuffling off.

[Another joke! Probably.]