"I don't believe that," she laughed, "You know that you are perfect, always were perfect, and always will be perfect." She shook her head, "I'm not sure what he'd be like. The only other children he's ever had the chance to play with are his supposed half-siblings and one of them left him for dead." She fell silent. Was it wrong of her to let him know that one of his sons was a complete cold hearted bastard? "But, for the answer to the other question, no, I don't dote on him. I am protective of him, though."