This was it, the moment Felix had been waiting for. The moment even Isabella was waiting for. Although he never complained since he had seen plenty of other people being dealt a worse hand than him, there was always that desire to have a few kids and bring his Sandwall bloodline back to prominence.
"Are you sure?" Felix asked, not wanting to be a bother. "I know there are plenty of other things that require your focu—"
Bam!
For no apparent reason, Sylvester punched Felix in the face; it wasn't even gentle. "Since when did you become this well-behaved? Who are you? What did you do to our horny, shameless Felix?"
"..."
Felix felt his nose bleeding, but instead of getting angry, he laughed, "Well, I just wanted to be sure you could do it correctly."
Sylvester agreed, "Don't worry, I'm quite confident this time—almost sixty percent."
"..."
