He took a deep, steadying breath, his expression instantly shifting into a cool, deceptive smirk as he calculated a way out.
"Isn't a man allowed to dream, Beron?" Holino drawled smoothly, leaning back against the headboard with a relaxed, patronizing air. "You're living in a fantasy world. I can never get pregnant."
Beron's eyes flicked to his face. "Why the hell not?"
"Because I'm on pills," Holino lied blatantly, his eyes shining with convincing certainty. "I have been on heavy-duty Enigma-blocker contraceptive pills for over two years, ever since I first learned about the existence of rogue Enigmas going around looking for male breeders. My internal receptors are completely sealed, Warlord. Nothing can form in my stomach."
The reaction was instantaneous and violent.
