Lavender snorted and leaned back in her chair. "Not unless you're into pregnant women," she said some what pityingly. Really she should have felt the pity for herself, she was the one that wasn't getting laid for months (and she already had a lot of months piled up behind her.)
At his positive denial she laughed slightly. "Yes, Cormac, there's a good chance that you are. A twenty five percent chance. Unless you'd like to tell me that you're sterile." That would be a surprising turn of events.