Well, a tiny bit of mystery vanishes from the experience watching him roll a thin sheath over his penis. A thin, wrinkly, vaguely bad smelling sheath. It gets a dubious, puzzled look before she turns her gaze back up at Arthur.

"Um...not that I don't appreciate the gesture but uh...I'm a virgin, Arthur. I don't have any diseases that you could get." She's not going to ask him, but well, the need to know is out there. Because why else would he need to use that?