She stops, midway through gesturing for a spell, at his last comment. "Am I that easy to read?" she asks, scowling. "And since when did someone see you as a fertility god? Just how many kids<em>do</em>you have, scattered across the planes, by now?" She sighs, and strips, sliding into the water, as well. "You'd better find a way to get that under control, though, or it's going to cause problems," she warns him.