Dragoncrest Cliffs swell of the sea

Well. Well. His uncertainty still lingers, but a slightly vain impulse rises in him too and he has to resist the urge to preen. "Mochof," the titan repeats, curious (a thank you, he has to guess, but?). And then: oh. Étoille glances at heda, waiting to see if she'll say something about this new information, but she doesn't, and he doesn't know what to say either. But he can't just not say anything. "Ah," he settles on, "that is.. good to know." Is it? Not that he's worried about his ability to perform, of course.

 "So, er, you will.. call for me when it is time?" He guesses. He's not exactly sure what's expected of him beyond the actual .. insemination .. but he cannot imagine it will be any more awkward than it is in this moment. He'll roll with it.