The locust beast had to chuckle. "You forget, Captain, most youma down here have one thought -
eat, eat, eat, find food, kill it, eat, eat. That, or sleeping. You might find a humanoid willing to entertain you but whether or not they have the parts to keep you satisfied is something I don't know. It's not like we need to reproduce." The last statement came with a shrug. He didn't understand people's obsessions with sex, especially that which is not meant to reproduce. And, being a creature without parts or drive to accompany it, the thought never crossed his mind in the first place.
Now her second question, he could answer. "You could call for me down here." Bazzite wiggled his long ears. "I can hear pretty damned well now, so you could even stand in the Hall of Shadows and call for me and I should hear it. I don't mind helping... And stretching my legs. And eating babies..."
He stretched now, muscles and bones popping and cracking with the movement and he let out a contented sigh.