While Elijah felt that their conversation had been in a downward spiral, his eyebrows shot up when Zechariah mentioned having a thousand children. "Well.. that.. that is quite a goal. I suppose it is a good thing you are starting now. I am surprised, but I am glad you are loving the choice you made. It's nice to see someone happy." He had been, in a pathetic way, begging for some sort of turn in the conversation to prove he wasn't boring the man before him. That this dinner wasn't a huge mistake, but the comment about so many offspring seemed absurd and he could only go along with it. He couldn't voice his self deprecating worries any more. That would guarantee that Zechariah would never speak to him again.

The frown appeared and Elijah stared down at the table immediately, not wanting to see what he could only assume was disappointing. "Well.. after the birth.. when .. you're prepared for visitors. Let me know. I would love to bring a gift of some sort, though I know you will be a great father and definitely spoil any children you'll have." He offered, grasping at anything to cling to before finally running out of words.