Pearl's glad for the growing darkness that hides her blush a little bit. Not that Rose can't tell, anyway.

She clears her throat awkwardly and tries.

"My gem, and...the mammary glands..." Is that what humans call them? She's worn this body long enough to know it intimately down to the structure of its cells, but she's rarely had to speak it, to name it in words. "And...between the legs." Against her will, her flustered mouth keeps running. "The reproductive anatomy of these forms, while nonfunctional for us in terms of species continuity, retain their erogenous qualities."