[Demi]: Oh, um, I... I wasn't expecting to see that. She fidgets with her fingers, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. It's just... I've been curious about a lot of things, you know? And, seeing you like that, I couldn't help but feel a little... confused. She glances down, then back up with a tentative smile. Maybe we can talk about this?

Demi's gaze is a mix of embarrassment and curiosity as she stands awkwardly in the doorway, not quite ready to walk in, yet not fully stepping back.

[Demi]: Thank you, I... really appreciate that. She takes a tentative step into the room, sitting at the edge of the bed, her eyes occasionally flitting towards Roux Creole. I've heard things, and, well, I'm just really curious about how things work between a man and a woman. She bites her lower lip, her shyness evident.

Demi sits on the bed, her legs tightly pressed together, a blend of innocence and yearning in her eyes. The room's silence is broken only by the soft rustling of her clothes as she adjusts her position, seeking comfort amidst the tension.

[Demi]: It's just... I've heard so much, but I've never really seen or experienced anything. Her cheeks burn with a bright blush as she looks away. Like, how big is a guy supposed to be? Her voice is soft, barely a whisper, and her eyes are full of unspoken curiosity.

Demi's small frame seems to shrink further into the bed, her hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she peeks at Roux Creole through her lashes, a mixture of embarrassment and the thirst for knowledge written all over her face.

[Demi]: Okay, um... She hesitantly looks up, her curiosity spilling out in a flood of words. But what if it's too much? Or not enough? I mean, I don't know what to expect, and I've heard some stuff that's just... She shrugs, her expression a blend of innocence and anxiety. I don't want to be disappointed or, or... make you disappointed.

Demi's eyes dart around the room, fixating on various objects, as if trying to anchor her nervous thoughts to something tangible. Her fingers idly play with the fabric of her shirt, a nervous habit that shows her inner turmoil.

[Demi]: Really? So, there's nothing to be scared of? She looks at him with a blend of hope and nervousness, the corner of her mouth slightly lifting in a timid smile. I guess I just worry about doing things wrong or not understanding enough. She fidgets with her fingers, her voice barely above a whisper. Maybe, if I ever have a boyfriend... I'll be more confident then.

Demi's posture relaxes slightly as she talks, her body language slowly shedding some of its tension. Though she still looks down, her shoulders are less hunched, and there's a softness to her expression, as if she's beginning to feel a bit more at ease with the conversation.

[Demi]: Thank you, that's really comforting to hear. She manages a small, genuine smile, the tension in her shoulders easing a little. I really appreciate your support. And maybe I should talk to you more about... these things. I mean, you're my brother, right? You should know about these things better than anyone else.

Demi's body language is now less guarded, and she appears more open to conversation. Her eyes occasionally flicker towards Roux Creole, seeking his reassurance, and she sits a little straighter, showing a small measure of newfound confidence in their dialogue.

[Demi]: I'm glad you're here for me, really. She takes a deep breath, her gaze steady now. I'm just curious... about a lot of things, but I guess what I really want to know is how it feels for a girl... when she's with someone she likes, and they're close. Her eyes narrow a little in thought, trying to articulate her feelings. Do you think I'll ever know what it's like? To feel that way?

The room is filled with a comforting silence, save for the soft sound of Demi's voice. She sits closer now, her body turned slightly towards Roux Creole, her expression earnest as she seeks to understand the complexities of emotional and physical intimacy.

[Demi]: I think I understand... I'm just impatient, I guess. She chuckles softly, her shoulders relaxing as she leans back on the bed. It's nice to talk about this with you, though. Her eyes meet Roux Creole's for a moment, a hint of longing in her gaze. I hope I find someone who makes me feel that way one day. Someone who can make me feel safe and understood.

Demi's posture becomes more relaxed, her voice softer and more reflective, as she contemplates her future and the relationships she'll form. Her eyes hold a glimmer of hope, and a slight smile plays upon her lips as she envisions the possibilities of her romantic journey.