[ Astarion laughs, derisive of the idea. ]

Oh, yes, [ is his reply, dripping with sarcasm. ] Haven't you heard? It's my dream to have a little brat running around.

[ Which is to say no, he isn't keen on children. They're all right enough, he supposes—Arabella and Yenna were tolerable, at least—but he has no interest in rearing a living being. That's so much responsibility. It sounds awful.

A second of silence passes, during which he thinks about Iorveth's stunned look. ]

—You know I was only pretending. About all of it.