“I suppose…” Dahlia mumbled as she tried to nuzzle Francine in turn. Alas, the angle was a little too awkward to do so successfully. “But… when I go to a certain spot, you have to promise to wait outside! Okay?” the baby girl said, stating her one condition. 

The orc smirked as she watched him reduced to tears and pitiful wailing. She lifted him up by his ankles, allowing his urine and his... other fluids drip down his body and onto his face. She tilted her head. "You want a mommy?" She whispered and brought him up, grabbing his chin with her free hand. "What makes you believe that you deserve the kindness of a mother after coming in here to kill me?" She whispered. "No, you really deserve to be turned into a delicious stew for me to enjoy for lunch. But... Luckily for you, I find it amusing to see you squirm like that, to cry like a pathetic baby..." she licked her lips. "So, I'll keep you around." She whispered. She dropped him on the table, and stared at him curiously as he writhed in pain. "You smell filthy." She whispered and smirked. "And humans say tha orcs are dirty creatures..."

Anya was relieved when the boy settled down. She patted his belly to reassure him, then she slowly took off the messy training pants before wiping him up and down, from his bum all the way down to his ankles. "Honestly I don't understand why you're being so difficult... I'm only doing what's best for you. It's not healthy for you to be getting your own mess all over your living space." She stated and started to powder him up. 

She wiped her eyes and nodded. "Then... You won't mind if I come along?" She asked and pulled her close. "My beautiful little princess..." she mumbled and nuzzled against her neck. "I only wish to keep you safe... And besides, it hurts whenever we're apart!" 

"Katherine... If you don't want me to put it back on you, you'll do as you're told." She stated sternly. She was not going to be defied, and the sooner her baby realised this, the better.