He's had offers, since he took the old man home. Some individuals who want him to seduce the same man again, and get into his desk. Alexander could.

He shivers, at the words. Oh, he does. He liked it when Burr was knotted to him, liked it when he realized what had happened, likes it now. The thought of his own fragile body being a host for another, nourishing and growing, that it is a piece of Burr, makes him wet.

"Benedicta was right," says Alexander. "You are a horny old goat." Yet here he is, naked, in that horny old goat's lap. "It still may not be yours. No telling how many men I fucked around my heat -- I could have had a line of them, you'd never know."

But sex is more familiar territory than the delicate places they're navigating.

"But, if you're so sure you've fathered one on me," says Alexander, "does that mean I should call you Daddy? I know you're still angry from a few nights ago. You could take me over your knee, you know. A punishment." His thumb traces Burr's lower lip. "Or you could make sweet love to me, like I'm your young bride, yours to fill with child." A raised eyebrow -- "Maybe just your naughty whore, impregnated while your back was turned."

He's fishing, to see which one Burr likes, latches on to.