Dragoncrest Cliffs swell of the sea

Étoille blinks. He blinks again. Of all the potential outcomes this strange but harmless exchange of pleasantries had, this is not one he thinks he could have forseen.       

Fatherhood is not something he has contemplated for himself before. If the time were right, if he had a lover, perhaps, but as it is, his tendency to float unattached through life has prevented him from delving too deeply on the subject. Although this is not a conventional instance of fatherhood. This is more.. a donation of sorts. 

Which brings him to his second thought: why him? Étoille knows heda appreciates his contributions to the pack, but surely there are other men available, men who are part of Drageda's culture. There's Dio and.. 

Huh. It is mostly women, isn't it?

Abruptly he realises he's been quiet for too long and clears his throat. "Er, I am... flattered," he says, flustered. "If - if that is what you want, I - of course." "Why me" is probably a rude question -- would come off not how he means it -- so, without any real reason to say no, he might as well just say yes off the bat. 

This is a weird, weird day for Étoille.