Raven

Surprised! Jono didn't laugh at all, if only because that was exactly the sort of question to ask if you wanted to knock his mental processors for a loop. He did blink down at her, though, taking a moment to register just what all of those words meant, when strung along, one after the other.

//You want... to have... a...//

There went his brain, shorting out a little, again.

//With me?//

Okay, shorting out a lot. It wasn't that he'd never thought about it, or, hell, even that he didn't want it. He did. He wanted to be a father so much it ached. But there was so much in the air when it came to that sort of thing, not the least of which being his own genetics (nobody wanted to bring an exploding baby into the world, let alone an exploding Starsmore), and the fact that, even these days, even if he hid it well, he was still scraping emotional trauma off the walls every morning so that the hearth witches wouldn't get ill whenever they stepped into his room to change his sheets.

His want sat between them, right along with his worry. He wouldn't wish even a risk of his mutation on anybody, especially not a son or daughter, and while he doubted Apocalypse would ever make his way to Kaeleer...

Of course, he supposed Raven had similar concerns with genetics and large evil relatives to wrestle with.

//I... I'm not going to say no, yet,// he said, carefully. //I'm not going to agree to anything just yet, either. This... is something I'm going to have to think about. Something that requires a lot of talking first, I think.//