March cocked an eyebrow. He thought, I could really get used to this kind of treatment. He walked to the side of the bed, flopped onto it and lounged. "Shuttling this monster," His eyes flicked to his round stomach, which buoyed out in front of him crazily, "around has really worked up a powerful thirst." He watched her rub her breasts, and the little beads of milk that dribbled out of them, "I don't suppose you would grudge me a little milk?"