Truth be told, while Karanteg had plenty of offspring, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted an heir. There was too much expectation in that. Children that needed to be raised properly. Something he had no notion of. Of course, realistically, that chore would be left to Cat. But what if she taught the child to hate him? It wasn't that Karanteg was necessarily concerned over yet another human being filled with disdain for him, but children were supposed to...he didn't know, love their parents or something. Not that he had, of course. And what if it was a daughter? Yet another dowry to be arranged and there were, of course, men like him that should be kept away from daughters. It would be straight out of one of the high priest's sermons if he were to have to endure what he had presumably forced many fathers to endure.
Karanteg was probably just as stunned as she was. But he had made that Creator-forsaken promise to Elgar and while no one could accuse Karanteg of being a man of his word, there was something...sacred about a deathbed covenant. And while Karanteg felt like he held nothing sacred most of the time, Elgar was - and continued to be - the only good and worthy thing in his life. "Ah, the late Lord Grimm," Karanteg sighed. There was another man with a good fighting reputation. Died after an incursion with druids, if Karanteg remembered correctly. It was a noble thing, for Kelvin to want to be like his father. Not an arena that Karanteg could assist in (noble deeds, that is) but he could teach the boy to fight, assuming he wasn't completely useless. As far as his whoring went, Cat had brought it up. Karanteg was quite content to just do, and never have to speak of it.