"Completely," I said, smirking.
He groaned again, the sound of despair. "Please, man. You gotta help me. What the hell do I do?"
I rubbed my eyes, still half amused. "You remember that day at the brothel? The cat girls I was with told me that the Ogre wasn't actually a prostitute. She just goes there sometimes looking for a mate."
There was a pause. "Wait… what?"
"Yeah," I said. "She's not one of the workers. She just wanted a partner, and you lucky bastard caught her attention."
The line went quiet for a moment before Lice spoke again, his voice quieter this time. "So she wasn't…?"
"Nope."
He sighed, the tension in his voice fading just a little. "Well… that's… I guess that's better than nothing."
"Feeling proud yet?" I teased. "You're practically married into an Ogre clan now."
"Shut up," he muttered. "I'm not ready to be a dad. Especially not to some half-Ogre baby that might crush me by age three."
