"Also... you have to pull out."
"Aren't you defective? You still think you can carry a child?"
Keeping his eyes on his body the entire time, Alastair spoke, stepping towards him.
"I don't want your opinion... If I do end up carrying your child, what are you going to do?"
Shutting the front side of his shirt with a hand, Ellis's leg hit the couch behind him as he unconsciously backed away.
".... Fair enough. What else?"
Scanning his movements, Alastair glanced up at him as he muttered nonchalantly, as if he was bored of their conversation.
"We will be done after doing it once..."
"We'll see about that."
Ellis, who was starting to get scared, felt too cornered and jumped onto the couch after hearing that vague response.
"What do you mean?! It's a rule you have to follow!"
Remembering how much it hurt the last time, he was being generous to let Alastair even stick it in him. Ellis was certain that a second funeral would be needed for him if they did it more than that.
