Shadewood I'm not big on social graces

The Phantom chuckled, the clear reminder of them body leaving behind that loner life to settle amongst something much more lasting. Well, hopefully, so long as he could whip the weak into shape. He couldn’t allow such pitiful woe-as-me cases anymore- there were babies here, now. 

“Indeed- was a hellova makeover, but well worth dropping time for. Got some kids now,,” he said, settling down in a completely comfortable prone position. “And very pleased about it.” 

Rolling his heck from side to side, crown tipped forward, he tried to ease if not alleviate some of the sore muscle there. Taking a side peek to the russet male, he inquired a bit for his own side. “I take it there’s some flurry’s of babymaking over there too, yea? How’s it hanging?”