All I Ask of You...

Majesty smiled fondly down at his mate. "Yes," he said. "You will protect me by hitting everyone in the legs and bowling them over. No one will ever suspect a thing." His eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Now. Would you like to come with me and explore your new home? Unfortunately, I will not be able to be gone for long, as Arkham - the sick female - cannot be alone for too much time. But I can give you a quick tour, and then you can choose your temporary denning site."

He paused, and looked at her. His voice dropped an octave. "And perhaps... we should make sure that you are truly pregnant. And there is only one way to do that..." He lifted an eyebrow at her. "Would you be for it, Ma Belle? After all, I have missed you so..."