"Well, one day but I'm still young and I doubt much would stop you." Beth teased gently, although she found the idea of marriage an acceptable one the idea of having a child now made her feel rather bleak. She could accept the idea of a baby, but pregnancy - her body changing in such a dramatic fashion and the loss of her youth in such an obvious manor frightened her, as did the prospect of birth. She'd known far to many women die through that and didn't want to add her own name to the list.
"Sergius, how wedded are you to the idea of the child being your own blood?" She asked softly, considering the options. "After all, children are abandoned everyday, and if it was important to you I wouldn't mind if you used someone else."
She shuffled the cards again, picking one out at random. "I see...a dazzling party and any number of young women around you, and more than a few older men for Sebastian and myself."