"Then you mean your sire line," he said, trying to translate it into something he understood from his own world. "I have thousands of children, in that sense." Although only a few mattered to him. Marcellus, for one.
He frowned as he struggled to explain Hope.
"I had been...trying to free my werewolf side. We are unable to reproduce in the normal way, but because of that magic, when Hayley and I..." he made a simple, easily understandable hand gesture, "She became pregnant. I never thought of trying to prevent it because it had been unnecessary for a thousand years. Because of me and because of Hayley and because of my family, Hope is a tribrid. Werewolf. Vampire. Witch."
His eyes filled with sadness. He'd never had a life partner of any sort. There had been girls who had passed in and out of his life, some he'd even loved for a time, but they'd never stayed. They'd always died. Left him.