(OOC: Ditto!)

"So ... after you and I produce a baby," King asked hesitantly, "...presuming your father allows it...?"

"He will," Annie told him confidently, clarifying confidently, "Allow it. I'll see to it."

A sharp gust of wind in the sails that suddenly tilted the boat significantly drew Annie's attention, and only after they got total control of it again did she look back to King with a solemn expression. "A year, possibly two, after I bear your child, I [i]will[/i] have to breed with Paul and produce a child with him. That's ... that's just our custom."

She studied King a moment, then asked, "Do you still want to be with me, King...? Still want to make a baby with me?"