A question

He gave a little shrug, not denying that he'd take a pup. He probably would if he was bored enough.

Like the rest of the men in his family, he loved kids. If there was a kid around, he'd find himself graduating towards it.

He chuckled. "A mix of you and Sprout? We have no chance."

"We are all doomed."

He replied with a affirming nod, he knew Moe was trouble when she was little and so was he, a mixture of the two would mean the coven was in for little lycan terrors tearing the place apart.

"I take it since you are demanding pups from me that you are not planning on having any of your own Aodh?"

"Yupp."

He threw his arms out, gesturing to his large bed. "Do you see a woman sharing my bed, Zeke?"

Maccon yapped and Aodh gave a little chuckle. "Not you, Mac."

"But yeah, I got no one. And, as cool as it would be, I can't produce pups on my own."

He wanted pups. He'd be quite happy if he found someone that wanted kids, too. But at the moment he had no one to have pups with.

Zeke chuckled softly at the dogs response.

"A strapping young lad like you Aodh? I thought you would be batting them away with a stick."

He said with a smile and nudged Aodh on the shoulder.
He knew the man had been having a rough time of it lately.

"I'm beating off the whores of Catania with a stick and a few subtle spells." Tweak a spell to repel spirits and you have a pretty good whore repellent.

He wasn't that desperate for kids that he'd lay with a whore.

"Who're you calling young, pup? I'm older than you in both aspects."

Zeke chuckled softly.
"Would you rather me call you old man? Gramps maybe?"

He smirked softly, Aodh was the one male in the pack that he could muck around with, tease even.
He knew that he could only push the man so far before he got another fist to the face but Aodh seemed to tolerate him.

He snorted a laugh. "I'm Uncle. It's Alek you gotta call Gramps."

He clicked his tongue and grinned. "See him off, Mac."

The dog jumped up and pounced on Zeke, tongue lapping out over the young Lycan's face.

Zeke grimaced softly as the dog licked his face.

"Yeah yeah I know when I'm not welcome."
He said with a chuckle and rose to his feet.

"Have a good sleep old man."
He said as he walked to the door, waving behind him.

Two brothers down, now it was just Alek to talk too.

"Piss off, pup."

Maccon followed the man to the door and half way down the hall, brushing against his leg every couple of steps.

Aodh curled up under the blankets again with a little grin on his face.

Maccon turned around, giving Zeke one last yap before turning around and heading back towards Aodh's room.