If he's never thought to ask, neither has she. Between his attention to her neck and her own uncertainty on how to answer, her response isn't very forthcoming. Those kisses feel so good, but now she can't help but wonder the same thing in return. It doesn't escape her imagination that instead of anything normal or useful, he may very well have some kind of gaping toothed maw down there. That's not exactly the most arousing thought, but no amount of positive thinking can really fill in the gaps in her knowledge of human anatomy.

Come to think of it, she really doesn't know that much of male troll anatomy either, beyond the basics.

"The usual, I guess," she finally answers, still very unsure of herself. They were just getting over one awkward hump, it can't be time for another already. She struggles, trying to find a way to rescue this one, trying to keep things moving. "Why don't we find out? I'm pretty sure we can work something out. You sort of saw it already anyway, right?"

It might be scary. It might be gross. But she'll be damned if she doesn't at least try to work something out between them. She's not about to let something like body parts get in the way of this. They have put way more effort than was necessary into getting to this point to let it fall it apart now.