Exactly. They can't hate us TOO much.
It warmed his heart to see her so happy. After all the awfulness of Frollo and the genocide, he wanted to do everything in his power to keep her smiling. Maybe it was because circumstances allowed him to relax, maybe he was getting soft with age, but he wanted to spoil the girl.
But then she asked him those questions. It made him give a thoughtful pause, though his hand never stopped moving the bow across the fiddle's strings. It had been... a very, very long time since anyone had asked him that. Had asked him anything even like that. After one ascends to being a leader, people just stop treating you human.
So he had to think about it. When he was young, he knew exactly what he wanted, but now that the genocide was over and he had grown completely into his role as protector with age, well...
"I suppose I would like to wander again. I love Paris, but this fool was made to travel." That was really all he could think of. Maybe he'd like to have a family, but he's not a particularly monogamous man and he never met anyone who he wanted to have a child with, so he doubted that would be in the cards. As it stood, Esmeralda was the closest thing to living family he had, and he was perfectly fine with that. "It's been a long time since I thought about it."