"Let Calcifer name it," he said sleepily, looking vaguely over her shoulder.

"Calcifer isn't the father, and if you don't look at me I'll – I'll turn all your new suits sickly green, and it won't be the kind of green you can wash out –" Sophie broke off as she suddenly realized that as usual, Howl had a reason for being so exasperating she could scream.

"The baby's going to love having you for a father, you know."