Narcissus slid her shirt up over her stomach and put his hand over her skin yet again. He wasn't faking, he was genuinely mesmerized. Something about the fact that there was a part of him in there had caught him off guard. "I mean," he looked back up at her without removing his hand. "that we should try to make this about you, me, and Bastian. We shouldn't be involving anyone else. Namely, Himeros." He quickly turned his attention back to her stomach.
"Can he hear us yet? Do you think he knows who I am?" He leaned in closer to her stomach. "Hello, Bastian. This is your fa-" The word "father" sounded far too formal. "This is your daddy." It was unusual for Narcissus to feel this curious and childlike about something other than himself, and for once his head felt completely fine.