Hera's jaw clenched at his question, not wanting to talk about children. Until this extended life, the only man to father her children had been Zeus. But since she'd been trapped as a human, she'd had a handful of children for a handful of men. All had been mortal. All had aged, and died, passing into the sands of time. She wondered if he could understand what that was like, to lose child after child that she'd birthed, and nursed, and taught to walk and speak and read. To have to move on, and in the early years, to have to go through it again since a woman alone had fewer options than she'd had even as the queen of the Gods.
"Are you trying to open old wounds?" she whispered, her thoughts lingering on the last daughter she'd had several hundred years ago before deciding that nothing would induce her to go through the loss of a child again. She closed her eyes while she got herself back under control.