Greg seemed thoughtful at that, adjusting the neckline over his now-smooth skin. "I might have grankids someday." The realization struck him as odd enough to distract from the fact that he was discussing it with a near-stranger. "In fact, I know I will. You can tell them, how's that."
Chuckling a little, he slid his feet back into his shoes, leaning against the wall to adjust them, and his prosthetic. "Assuming both I survive tonight, and we don't make enough of a habit of this for Ray to disown my ass," It struck him then, Ray didn't even know where he was, but it was a little too late to bother telling him. Better forgiveness than permission, or something.