"Hmmmm," Alastor hummed instead of answering. It was the more diplomatic response, really - rather than picking a fight about how Vox really is quite lucky there are no other demons able to read the radio waves or that are particularly nosy.

Then again, he will end up obviously appearing with a child of some strange form, so... it wouldn't matter much for Vox, would it.

Hmm.

"Very well. I'm going to go back to my radio tower and endure the rest of the sick before my appetite properly returns," he grumbled, feeling the fatigue of the heightened panic attack AND the vomiting AND the flash of white-hot anger AND the frustrating confusion collapsing on him.

Ah, right, and that whole thing where pregnancy makes one lethargic anyway.

...This is going to be a miserable ten months.

"Do keep out of trouble. Our Deal means nothing if you do something foolhardy. Rosie is the most dangerous Overlord on her side of the Pentagram."