[SierraHigh]

"That's... reassuring." Oliver trudged forward to the chair, placing a hand on the armrest for support before he lowered himself down into the soft material. He shifted a bit until he was comfortable, his young laden stomach sitting heavy in his lap. Oliver let his fingers knead the skin, his face contorting at the sudden kicking against his side. "I don't know," he said, closing his eyes as he considered what had been said for a moment. "I don't really want them, I dunno... but I don't want them to be slaves either." Oliver cracked his eyes back open and looked to Freyne. "Give them back to Keanu? Or maybe you've got some friends who want children." Oliver didn't need the stress of these children if he was just bound to get pregnant again. When he got his freedom, he expected it to be no strings attached - that meant not having to worry about the litters he'd carry in the future. "Oh, I'm, uh..." He didn't get a word in before the guards moved out. There was no minute to think though as Freyne was asking him what his preference was next, and his face immediately turned a dark red. "You don't have to suit me," he said nervously, "really. I mean as long as you aren't unkind... You don't have to change for this, I'm going to feel bad."