A/N: my headcanon is that clones are sterile/infertile. No, you can't change my mind.

The list

CT-6116 was a very curious clone. Not curious in a fun, lewd way. He had the List – a long one. The list was full of miscellaneous trivia. Mostly urban legends, misconceptions and straight-up lies about sex. That's how Tel'I Mena spent her slow nights – debunking those claims which in general made her want to facepalm.

There was a tin-can of cookies between them. With each visit the trooper bought the courtesan something - mainly food. It was mostly cheap and sugary - chocolate bars, cookies or other items he regarded as luxurious in his own clone way but were way too third-rate for Tel'I Mena's taste. She accepted those gifts, of course, then shared them with him. Tel'I Mena was glad he mostly ate them all by himself, not even realizing she was nibbling at the same cookie for the whole meeting.

"sooooo... pulling out is not a good contraceptive method?"

Apparently the sex-ed at Kamino cloning facilities was trimmed down to a bare minimum, involving just rudimentary knowledge of anatomy - differences of genders for various species - but other than that it was less useful than sex-ed of public schools at lower levels of Coruscant.

"It's as good contraceptive method as kriffing anal"

"anal is also no good?"

"of course not! The semen can still drip down there"

The clone medic crossed out, not one, but two items from the List.

"why are you asking about those, tho?" Tel'I Mena interjected "didn't you just said that all of you guys... how did you put it? Shoot blanks?"

It was a useful information, to tell the truth, the working girl was glad she could learnt that trivia and it was only due the fact that CT-6116 was medic. Apparently it wasn't a common knowledge among regular troops.

"the rest of the guys don't know they are infertile" the medic reached for another cookie. "they are more... careful thanks to that. Also there had been few... defective cases, so rather than to test everyone to pin-point that estimated two percent of those problematic clones, we just urge everyone to be mindful."

"condoms seem like a cheaper option?"

"they are a cheaper option"

CT-6116 reached out for another treat. The container was empty.

"what about... ermmm... Crossbreeding? Can humans have offspring with any other species?"

"crossbreed?" the courtesan whistled "that sounds pretty racist~"

"you know what I mean"

"I'm just pulling your leg." the woman playfully jabbed the man between the armor plates "and honestly it's not my field of expertise"

"whose is it, then?"

"Daar's and Shoka's" the woman put her hands on his shoulders obviously trying to find a way to unclasp his chest piece "Daar is well... was a biologist, Shoka's a Togruta – she has the most varied clientele? Are we done? With your List?"

Tel'I Mena's hands traveled south to his utility belt.

"I still have few questions-"

"aren't you?" she chuckled.

"but for now - yes. Yes. We are." with utmost care, CT-6116 folded the List and put it back to a pouch of his belt.

"Great!" the woman clapped her hands happily "I've heard you, medics, know some secret ways to quickly and efficiently take off the armor."

CT-6116 blinked, confusion written all over his face.

"that's why you've asked me to wear it today?"

"yep!" the courtesan yanked the man's utility belt. "so? how you get rid of that piece? Wait! I have a stopchrono here somewhere"