[ How could you ask him such a thing, Asseylum.

His eyes bug slightly as he looks to the small throng of children around them, all busy at work grabbing buckets and pails of sand to happily dump on Frederick's knees. ]

Hardly, my lady. I am not yet even married.

[ And in Frederick's very traditional mind, marriage obviously comes before children. ]

Though [ and here his expression softens a smidge ] I would not be averse to having a child of my own in the future.

[ But enough about him. He turns his gaze to Asseylum. ]

And yourself? Do you wish for children one day?