Your desk is a mere illusion of a desk. It is a series of cinder blocks, with a few pieces of wood on and around it. You store your secret stash of whisky underneath the table. It's a tradition that leads back several years. You and your lineage of problem solvers have had that as a tradition. The previous Problem Solver was a bigger man than you are. More than just size.
He was quite the Casanova. You remember asking him, one day, to help with your ability-or lack thereof- with women. He told you not to respect them. That they love being called names. That they aren't supposed to be treated as Carpascian. You find his methods very unusual. It must've worked, as he had lots of intercourse in his time.
You feel the need to explain Carpascian reproduction. There are two sections. The first section is the one that mirrors the one that the base species does. So, in your session, carpascians have sex organs that enter each other and spew out genetic information. Now, if the base species is like, autosexual, then this section is done on your own. But that's too complex. After the section with the base species, the prenatal or equivalent for the species baby is taken to the queen. After it is taken to the queen, the queen blesses the baby, it is then able to live. If the Queen says no, then the baby doesn't make it, and the child doesn't live. After the Queen blesses the child, the child receives a purpose, their eventual job. Then the child is raised by their original parents until they're 14 years old. At that point, they are taken to the job that they were given, and they're taught how to do that job.
You're not too old. You've been in the job for about 20 years now. That's about the age that Carpascians start finding their love.