"Oh? You would have wanted Aaron Burr, your political enemy, to bear your children?" And he rolls again so he is on top, drapping over Alexander like something hot and warm. A cave, they are in a cave. "Would these be secret children, that left me to public shames, whispering about who possibly could have gotten me with child, while you played house with your lovely wife?"

Relaxing a little more, melting down onto him, his hand coming to his side and a bit beneath him, to rest of Alexander's belly. As if he could feel the child within. "Or would you have married me proudly? Tell me, do you like being with my child?"