"Oh you might be, huh?" Evan asked, brush his fingers down one of her sides. "I don't think you'd want to be strapped down with any of my offspring." he smiled. "I should protect you from that for at least a while longer."
Dorcas grinned with a little giggle, "I dunno. I bet we'd have cute babies with mohawks or something." Except that she was totally just messing with him. That was not going to be happening any time soon.
He grinned again and shook his head. "Don't give my babies mohawks." he pleaded, stealing a little kiss from her. "We'd look like quite the interesting family, that's for sure." He could practically see them, Dorcas with her crazy hair, him with his crazy... well, everything and their baby with a mixture of the two. "We shouldn't procreate." Evan teased.
"Aww, what's wrong with mohawks? Not like 12 inch tall liberty spikes or something," she pouted a little but honestly didn't mean it. A kid with a mohawk was kind of trashy. "Maybe not now... But I think our combined genetics might actually create the next president. My memory, your general awesome everything." Then she ran a hand down her face, "We are honestly not talking about this. What the Hell?"