Michael tsked, his blue eyes rolling lazily, "Never. I plan on having perfect children, you just need to give up on Capper. Think about it, my hair, your cute nose, my eyes, your skin, eh?" he trailed on a hopeful note, lips spreading into a strong grin.
"That is a lot of children, Meggy. I don't think I can handle fathering that many. Perhaps one or two," he conceded. Michael's been told once or thrice at the hospital how good he was with children, but that was nearly a Quidditch team sized bunch that she was speaking of.