Two years later, Varian woke up with Cassandra beside him. It felt strange and he didn't know what to do or what was happening. But all he could do was blush and turn away as he got out of bed.
"Cassandra, what the hell were you doing in my bed? I thought we talked about this."
"I couldn't resist," Cassandra replied, "You looked so peaceful there sleeping without the covers over you."
Varian blushed. "W-without th-the covers on!?" he stammered, "Y-you sh-shouldn't have seen that. G-guys sleep shirtless on only their underwear. W-why would you d-do that?"
He quickly put his clothes on. "I can't see what your fascination is with me and indecency. You could've at least told me I had the covers off and I would've fixed it!"
"Because it's been two years, Varian," said Cassandra, "And we haven't tied the knot. I want a child."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! So that's the reason you're so fascinated in seeing m practically naked?" Varian said, "I'll never understand you."
"I suppose we could have sex with our clothes on, though it'll be tricky," Cass said.
"Wh-what!?" Varian cried, "If we have a child now, they'll never know their grandfather! Before we get married, let me work with the Moonstone and give it to my father."
"You can teach them alchemy," Cass suggested.
"That won't work," Varian said, "Just let me think."