Hoshor Plains don't need nobody

The slave remained silent and that caused Lavakho's stomach to twist in awkward discomfort.  No answer was almost as good as any in this situation. If she hadn't been pregnant, she would have more than likely said something.  However, Lavakho wasn't keen on the ambiguous and wanted to be absolutely sure. "If you don't tell me, there's nothing I can do," he said, frustration becoming more apparent.  Now wasn't the time for her little games; not when Lavakho's possible offspring was on the line.

Hybrid or not, he wouldn't let that happen.  Although his brother seemed steadfast in his position on the matter, Lavakho would pester him until the end of time (like all good little brothers do), until he got what he wanted.  He could show him how much like Drojharko he had become, and though the slave was no Zhalia, there was still a clear parallel.