"Sex might prove a bit difficult though," Jackson pointed out, taking two extra steps back across the grass to get a better look at his wife - the wyrm.

"Is that always on your mind?" My wife's voice spoke into her husband's head, and he shuddered.

"Sex?"

"Yes."

"No, but it's one way to deal with stress, though not in this case" Jackson admitted. "You're a wyrm."

The creature bobbed it's head up and down. "Do you need to sit down, honey?"

Jackson shook his head. "I don't think so. Doooo the kids know?"

One reptilian head popped up behind Elena's large body, then a second head appeared, and finally a third and forth. Jackson could recognise them from their facial structures.

"Hi daddy!"

"Hey pops!"

"Yo..."

"Isn't this cool, dad?!"

Jackson adjusted his glasses. "Oh, dear Lord..." He muttered before collapsing backwards into the grass.