He raises one eyebrow in a not-quite-skeptical manner. "That is a large family." Try as he might to imagine it, he can't see Sophie in a family of eighteen; they're both from relatively small families themselves.

"It sounds entirely lovely." A few more orange segments disappear; he wipes his hand on a conjured napkin. "I doubt we'd have a family quite that size, but as I said, we'll see where the wind takes us. First, we have a war to get past. And we're not even married yet, so this is all simply speculative."

Really, it's something he and Sophie should discuss, but no matter what her answer to it might be, he'll marry her regardless.

She holds his heart, after all.