Baltasar sharply inhaled and looked away. “That makes sense. I mean, because you’re… you must need that kind of thing. And she could make babies for you, so… I guess you were a good match.” He’s so fucking cute, I can’t stand it. “Are you jealous?” I teased, chuckling when he swiveled to glare at me. “I promise, I would gladly knock you up if I could.”
