He waves his hands wildly, not even sure what the gesture's supposed to mean, and shrugs. "Doesn't even matter! Either? Both? I'm not going to be picky about a biological miracle." He won't, he swears to the science gods or whatever that he won't, he just wants to see it with his own eyes. Or with his own eyes under a microscope, preferably.

"You can dress me," he allows. "I'm going to draw the line at thongs, though." He's not a fan. Well, he'd be a fan if he saw Kate in one but for himself, not so much. "What do I get to do for you if you turn into a dude again?"