"Knots," Bakura repeated with an approving laugh. "Then I may have misjudged you and your tastes, and I'll own to that."

Then to Marcelon's question, even he was a little stumped as to how to portray that information without an unnecessarily crude visual, to which even Bakura drew the line since the turtles were, by technicality, still children. Also like Solomon, he wasn't 100% up on his chelonian biology and was worried that, as the hatchlings were won't to try things before thinking them through (see: eating blankets) he didn't want to be responsible for them trying to mate each other in the streets or some other spectacle.

"Something their bodies tell them to do," he said finally. "Like how yours will tell you when it's time to eat, or sleep."