The thought of her moving in dispelled the current fog of fantasy and he blinked, looking up at her, "Children and all, you mean?" He furrowed his brow, "Oh, I'm not very good with children what aren't me own blood, you know," Sweeney murmured, sipping the wine as he sat back. "Perhaps in shorter moments of time, but a house as old as mine couldn't take the abuse of a young boy, which you've got."