As she sat up and asked (read: told) him to come to her so she could use him for a backrest, he did as she beckoned of him. He knew her growing stomach wasn't doing wonders for her back. Giving her a little smile, he let his fingers move along her back and began to massage her tired and aching muscles.
"I think I like Isis better." he admitted though he wasn't sure if he was opening a can of worms with that utterance. "I like those too." he agreed, nodding a little. "What about for girls?" he questioned. "Cassandra isn't bad." he suggested. "And easy to shorten into a nickname. Thank goodness mine could get shortened."