Atticus pulled out his journal and took note that humans were a suitable mate for Wiflor. "I suppose if she gets pregnant, we'll know for sure whether or not you and her are genetically compatible." He said that with such a calm, matter of fact voice that it shocked Cyrus. He put an arm around Wiflor as she leaned into him.<br/><br/>"What do you mean "if she get pregnant"!? You're saying that's possible!?"<br/><br/>"Maybe." Atticus continued writing. "Are you not happy about that? You've always said you wanted kids." Cyrus couldn't really argue with that. It was true that he did want kids. He didn't expect it to happen this way, however. "I'm fairly certain that if she felt a great need to force herself on you, you are capable of getting her pregnant. Rather interesting..." Cyrus looked over at Wiflor and snuggled into her. It was strange. He felt very affectionate towards her. More than normal.