Oz made a show of turning his attention back to his book. "I don't have children," he pointed out dryly. "I would have thought you observant enough to have noticed." Neither he nor Sina were particularly interested in children, though of course they both knew better than to advertise such things. He'd expected when he married that he wouldn't need them; with so many siblings he really ought to have his choice of nieces and nephews to pass the estate on to whenever he was done with it. At the rate his siblings were going, though... well, he and Sina might have to resign themselves to an infant at some point. Maybe. In the meantime he certainly didn't want to go planning for their eventual education at the hands of one or the other of his spinster sisters.

"Endymion would be a better choice to bail you out of jail, anyway," he said with a shrug. "He might keep it from mother. I don't think I'd manage it. But please do spare a thought for my poor neck all the same, should you ever find yourself in a position to decide its fate," he continued with a chuckle.

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