Atwood freaks out if he considers the presence of one (1) hypothetical microbe in his vicinity, and thus only feeds from people he's watched bathe, and the only way he's managed to get by both in life and post-Embrace is profiting off of people's addictions and dependencies. He barely has sex not because he's asexual or rizzless but because he is profoundly touch averse and thinks he's proving something about self-control if he gets hard and refuses to get off, it's not even an orgasm denial kink he's just bizarre.
Then there's his sister Ann who speaks four languages - one of which is Latin - she studied architecture in France at a time where women were supposed to simply get married and give birth, she's been the sexual awakening for many beautiful lesbians, she's athletic, her ambition is to construct and manage a building so grand it becomes a historic Elysium, and her refined taste is creative women.
And Atwood still thinks HE should be the Prince.
