He breathes out a thoughtful hum at Alecto's blunt, serious request. There was something very specific in the wording that he wanted to get to the bottom of in his own mind, and he takes a few moments before reacting, not yet pulling away, still enjoying Alecto's touch and proximity, the physical intimacy.

"That means something different to you than what we usually get up to," he observes, not quite a question, but a request for clarification. "Is... what exactly do you need from me?" He slides his hand along Alecto's hip, thumb stroking against his abdomen, not entirely sure why his mind is supplying the seemingly impossible image of Alecto's now-familiar body changed, filled out beneath his touch, round with child...