"Perhaps. But I doubt it. Surely you don't think that you are the only woman who has walked away carrying my child?" he asked, his faint accent thickening a little. "I have many children by many women, though you are a truly unique one among them. Not to doubt your Ogma--he seems a fine man and capable father--but he is not me. I am a creator. A life-giver. It is very rare for my seeds to fail. Unless you already carry your next child, I can promise you, this one will come from me."
He pushed in closer still, enough she'd be able to feel the heat from his body, his waking arousal. "Now, is that what you desire? To bear my child only to be raised by another man? For it will happen. I have no doubt."