Isabella, with her quick blinking, was his primary nurse and of course the one who seemed to miraculously stuck her head in the door when he needed someone to come.
"Sir?"
"Please accompany Miss Carlson to complete the pregnancy test portion of her physical." He labeled the vial for further testing and slipped his gloves off with a snap and puff of powder. "I've heard similar rumors. Perhaps you should call upon the Mistress Selene and see how she sees her mutation."
He didn't discuss the mutations of others in mixed company. After all, that would be crass. No to mention, he hadn't truly studied Selene, not for lack of interest but more out of some sense of respect. Besides, she wasn't going anywhere, he had plenty of time to come back to her when lesser lived subjects no longer held his attention.
"Are there any questions you'd like to ask before I send you on your way?"