Ollie suddenly sat upright, looking as though he'd just received divine inspiration.
His eyes widened.
His mouth opened.
But Killian, who had since developed a highly sensitive warning radar whenever dangerous thoughts entered someone's brain, reacted immediately.
Bonk!
"Ow!"
"Hey!"
The blonde clutched his head in outrage. There was definitely no force behind the act, but still, his hair antenna was smushed!
"Absolutely not," the eldest son of House Nox cut in.
The rejection arrived so quickly that Ollie hadn't even opened his mouth yet.
"But I didn't even say anything yet!"
"Don't even think about it."
"Traditional pregnancy... somehow assuming that's even possible in your case, might get you excused from the licensure exam, sure—"
The Chief of Staff paused.
"But you'd better believe there's a very real chance you'd find yourself in a laboratory somewhere being asked a lot of very uncomfortable questions."
