[Slides his own hand up to hold his, sighing out.]
I do want children. I can't deny that, and you wouldn't believe me if I did. I've wanted to be a father since I was a child myself.
But... I mean it when I say I don't care if you can't give me that. [He would've loved Isabelle if she hadn't ever beeb able to give him a child, something she didn't seem to understand, he realizes now.]
I don't wish you were a woman. Or blonde, or a noble, or any of those things. I love you for who you are, not in spite of it.