Wayne nods, sort of distracted as he puts together a few things from other conversations. "We go from egg, to larva-" he points out the funky little segmented creature next to the drawing of a little girl- "to the kind of shape I am, then we go to ground again after about thirty cycles and grow again, metamorphosing. But talking to Crichton before, humans and human-like people don't pupate, they just kinda...grow. Like plants." That much he understands if he bases it in that sort of logic.

He's got a grumpy sort of pout on his face about the euphemisms. "Yeah and when I tried to get clarification, the assumption was that I was making fun of someone's choice in boyfriend?" Which, granted, he did kind of switch gears to when he realized he wasn't going to get any clarification and instead realized that there was more to the gender thing here.