"Not out of your sinuses, anyway," Duke noted. He remembered all too well what the pollen felt like. (It occasionally still featured in his nightmares.) "Go wash up. Then maybe we'll find another way for you to burn energy."

Possibly including sexy-times. Duke was cool with that if she was -- it wasn't him feeling pollen-pressured. And he wasn't about to pretend like Octavia didn't know her own mind about things.