Moonspear [m] the suspension of disbelief

It was something of a relief when Treepie swept the possibility of him getting pregnant aside. He was fairly certain it wasn't possible, but no one had told him that Treepie's anatomy was possible, either. The latter was easy enough to take in stride, but the former sat somewhat uncomfortably with him.

A slightly inappropriate laugh escaped him at the idea of waiting to try anything until spring. He stifled it quickly and pressed a sneaky kiss to her cheek.

"Count on it," he assured her, though he couldn't imagine there'd been any doubt of his eagerness. Perhaps tonight was too soon even for him to feel confident — but it wouldn't take long. He could sense himself growing impatient already.

Before they settled, Treepie offered another drop of relief. He hadn't been sure how to broach the topic of what they were. He was unwilling to commit himself to her before knowing if she could bear his children, though he wasn't sure if that would always be the case. He could, however, here and now, commit himself to exclusivity. Mainly because he didn't think he could stand it if some other guy started sniffing around.

"Good," he said, maybe a little flippantly. He backtracked again — "I mean, that's what I'd like, too. I'm a one-woman kind of guy."

And his one woman needed to be a one-guy kind of girl. But he figured that went without saying.