The word sent shivers down his spine and he pulled back, glaring at her. 'That's a great way to spoil the mood,' he said, shuddering again. 'Thank fuck for contraceptive potions,' he added with a smirk.
Not that it was that many years ago that he'd relied on spells instead, but at least he knew how to cast them - unlike Miles.
'And no castrating the poor creature,' he added. 'That's just mean. Just keep him from my mother's cat in the future.'
He leaned his forehead against hers. 'As for priorities, they're perfectly fine. Not becoming a father is at the top of the list.'