“It’s okay. I’ll tell you about it later.” I put Mina down and got to my feet.
He worried his lower lip, but I squeezed his shoulder and walked out of the dining hall, the Regeright behind me.
“What is it, Tyrell?” he asked.
“I was thinking of changing my major from Mortuary Science to Genetics.”
“And you felt you needed to speak to me privately about this? All right, although I fail to see the necessity. This is your choice.”
“Y’see, I want to learn how to manipulate Adam’s semen and mine to make a baby.”
“How does Adam feel about this?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t brought it up to him, because I wanted to make sure you were okay with it first.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? Adam is my favorite nephew—and if you repeat that, I’ll deny it.”
“Well, I can understand that. He’s my favorite vampyre, and I don’t mind if you repeat that.” I grinned at him.
“However, didn’t you hear Adam mention ‘our scientists’?”
“Yes?”