"I'll enjoy watching you prevent me from doing so in the event I ever have children. Do you have suggestions for names that are more suited for the Abaddon family line, then?" He said with a bit of a laugh. He then gave a moderate shrug. "I don't want to settle down, children come with settling down. Unless I have an accident and I've gone on this long without one. I'm betting on my chances I won't." Falling silent for a moment, he considered the possibility of children, without the wife and the like, before shrugging again. "Perhaps. I'm indiferrent to children. I'd prefer nieces and nephews. I don't have to give them my undying attention."
"You didn't do it right. You have to lick off the cream, then eat the biscuit. Trust me, it's better that way. Unless you have a glass of milk. If you have milk, just submerge it until its ready to crumble at your finger tips. So good," he explained, shifting a bit. He curled next to Fletcher, leaning his shoulder against him, pushing the bag to the other sofa cushion.
"You could if you tried. I won't blame you if you don't. I know its not your thing. Right now, they are trying to fool an alien race into believing they are not humans."