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His face remains entirely impassive, not a hint of empathy or malice in his gaze. He takes a moment, waiting to see if Mason will say anything else, then replies: “She would have a different life, especially if you were unable to sire an heir.”
There’s only the slightest emphasis on the word unable. He wants to see if it’ll stick.
“When I was in school, you know, I loved science class. So many interesting things to learn about.” Mason runs his tongue over his top teeth and pushes his glasses up, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, like he’s sharing a real banger of a story.
“Once I used one of the classroom microscopes to look at my semen. All those little wrigglers swimming hard to do their part in God’s plan.” He laughs, the futility of all the little creatures trapped between two bits of glass really tickles him. “I’m just brimming with viable sperm, Doctor Lecter. When I want an heir it’ll just be a matter of pointing it in the right direction.”
