I always assumed that one day you and I would procreate, Wyn. I was just waiting for you to express that you were ready for offspring.” “Wait, what?” Danny began, looking between us. “Are you—” “When have I ever given any indication that I wish to procreate, let alone with you?” I said to Orlith, and his shoulders stiffened in offence. “Why wouldn’t you?” he countered sulkily. “It’s not like any of us have many options left. And I am the youngest, and the best looking.”
