It had been hours since his coupling with the unknown woman before it dawned on him what was likely the consequence for their actions. He knew what came next -- that part was not lost to him -- but he found it difficult to wrap his head around the reality that was soon to come. Vaati did not scorn the idea of potential children who would consume every second of his thoughts, for he was not his mother. As a child, he had watched as she casted away his younger siblings with such hate that it had driven her mad. Her distaste for them had been understandable considering the context under which they had been conceived, but it had left them unloved since the moment of their first breath. They had suffered from it. If he was to be a father, despite all lack of values he had, Vaati would aim to be different than the parents he had known. 

He moves with purpose as he seeks her out, knowing she dwelled somewhere within Rusalka's grounds. How to approach the topic was unknowable to him, slightly hoping she too had the same intent to discuss it with him. They would be Melonii children. If she tried to distance him from his own spawn, he held no qualms about killing her and finding a willing mother elsewhere. However, that was the worst case scenario; he did not intend to take her as a mate but simply settle into a situation where any offspring that came would be well looked after and nourished properly into adulthood, unlike he had been. 

She finds him sooner than he finds her. Grezig. He has never met her before, though he admits that if he had, he probably would not have remembered. “Vaati,” The man replies, pausing before offering his last name, “Melonii.” It is no use to her, but he figures that it may be a good idea considering their circumstance. His eyes spare a glance to her stomach, mouth drying a fraction. As he addresses her, his steely gazes settles upon her eyes. “You are carrying my children.” Vaati states the obvious, addressing it as the elephant in the room. But it is brought with a slight questioning tone, a part of him wondering if there had been others to possibly claim the pups she would bear. He does not ask it, not to spare her an offense but to simply wait to see what she would say in return.

Her less-than-impressed gaze indicated she was not pleased with his honesty, but that would not change the manner in which he spoke to her. Vaati takes in her words silently, a slight contemplative frown upon his maw. “That is fair,” He remarks after a few short moments, before his brows narrow a fraction and leaning in sightly to make his next point known. “I will hold you to the same conditions. Should you prove to be an unfit mother, I will not hesitate to remove them from your care.” He says it unforgivably, holding no room for leniency in his tone. In Vaati’s defense, he does not know her either. She could be as reckless as he on certain days, or worse -- he would not know.  Neither it is it in his nature to be a very trusting individual, but as long as she played her part well, he would have no issues. Perhaps it is hypocritical to hold her to a higher standard than he, however, given his past experiences with absent mothers he refuses to take any chances.