"Oh, nah, not this side of the ocean," Much said, rolling his glass around on the wood of the table. And before that... back before contraception was really a thing, back when kids were something that happened if you wanted to be with someone else, long enough... Yeah, there'd been a life where he'd set up a proper mill, met a girl, had a family down in... he wanted to say Cornwall? Hard to remember, exactly. Well, he remembered the cholera.
Much didn't like to live that far in the past. It was him and it wasn't.
"I meant more, me now," he said, gesturing at himself with an all encompassing sweep of his hand. "Can you imagine me with kids now? Hah!"