demands
"How's this goin' to interact with her mutation?" Remy demands. He needs to know. He doesn't say that he hadn't believed she could get pregnant—at least, not and stay that way.
Hank winds up. "Without precedent for this thrilling undertaking, I couldn—"
"What are the odds, Hank?" Remy's voice softens.
"Seeing she has passed six weeks, quite good, I believe."
But doesn't know.