You're so Hollywood

Tied to the bed, her mind drifted, and she found herself admiring the ceiling. "You like them?" he asked. "They're Beautiful," she said, "How long until they hatch?" "These won't," he replied, "they require a temperature of over 50ºC. These are long dormant, and will never see the light." "What a shame," she cooed, "can't you part with a few? Just to see what they become?" "No." he spoke as he thought, "It would hurt too much." He grazed her neck, "Besides, I like you where I have you." She sighed, "I do to."