Ragnora's mind was a hurricane of it's own.
'What is happening? How did we go from him sucking my breasts to him offering me a child?'
'What exactly is going on tonight!?'
The proposition in front of her was more overwhelming than any battle she'd ever fought.
A child. An actual child. Growing inside her. Calling her mother. Looking up at her with eyes that might be blue like his or gold like hers.
'I should say no. I should absolutely say no. This is going too far! Even if he's willing, what would the child think?!'
'What would they think when they learned how they were conceived? That their mother paid their father for the privilege of their existence?'
'It's insane! It's completely insane!'
'I should reject him right now. I should—'
And then, unbidden, another thought rose up.
'If Cassius and I really had a child...what would they look like?'
The question seized her imagination and refused to let go.
