Dejah nodded slowly, her fingers instinctively drumming over her belly. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Honestly, she couldn't wait to figure out exactly what kind of pregnancy to expect.

"Very well, Hank it is," she wasn't fazed at all by Lockheed's description of his companion. Dejah actually tilted a brow at him when he explained. "Really. The father of my child/children is a small dragon from space, and you think a hairy blue mutant is going to frighten me? As if I lack experience dealing with such beings..."

She couldn't help laughing. "Hmm...on Barsoom...typically there are great feasts held when a royal is expecting. There is also usually a blessing from the Priestess of Iss."