Sleeping Dragon pulse

Portia felt a stab of guilt for the wocha, her ears dipping slightly. she had never wanted to be a mother, never wanted and didn't think she ever would want to be one... but she was such a mama bear, and she understood every piece of the relationship between a parent and their child. to lose a child? she couldn't even fathom that-- even if Dio had been quite the womanizer in his heyday.

Dio began to mention something about his adoptive brothers litter... being his own? she opened her mouth to intervene, but he continued  with a light quip about being a slut. she grinned, her cheeks reddening just a bit, but she growled and nudged him playfully. "so, you were like the man among a pool of sister-wives then, hm?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. but, even with the lightheartedness of her comment, she continued to fuel the conversation. "i'm sure they're out there-- if you've had so many it's a bit unlikely they all were killed... regardless of circumstances. when's the lsat time you saw any of them, hun?" she asked with a light tilt of her head. she wanted to ask so much more about his life, but the whole time she feared she'd hit a soft spot.