[ Oh my god Figaro, you can just say S-E-X so casually like that? He'd been thinking over what to say next, and Figaro may or may not notice the way Serpico inhales just a little more sharply at that. And then a muffle cough at the next sentence. ]

A -- a herald? Ahaha, surely, you jest! It's quite the unglamorous job, and doesn't leave much time for socialization! Let alone any sort intimacy.

[ He's good at maintaining a poker face, but even he's not that good. And as he realizes what he just said implies about his own sexual status, his cheeks pink juuuuust a touch.

So there's a pause before he clears his throat. Fine. Fine! He'll talk about something, just to change the subject a little bit and divert the attention away from himself! ]

But, ah. I shouldn't be saying this, but there are knights in the Order I serve who manage to maintain relationships with women. Whether it be with the prostitutes in the refuge camps, or with women who'd like to show their gratitude or earn an individual's favor. I imagine the former option may be a little too lacking in, ah, romance, to be of much use for your book, but perhaps the latter may be appropriate?

[ Okay, that's enough, right? Giving Figaro another sideways glance asking for help as he peters off. ]

And many of the nobles who serves as knights do keep lovers as well as legitimate wives. Though I'm afraid I wouldn't know of the details of such arrangements ...