"That," Millicent said, "was beyond fucked up. How did he think you became pregnant? Believe it or not, but there's actually not sperm living in my fingers."
Normally she would've ranted about this until they were back on the street and then some, but really, this wasn't about her. It was about - well, something much less pleasant.
At least in Millicent's opinion.
"There's something you don't hear every day," she stated. "A Montague. Inside of you. That never happened before. Actually. Um. Don't answer that. How are you feeling? Yes. Much better question."