She cocked an eyebrow and was good about not chuckling, despite the way one wanted to escape. For she wasn't laughing at him, but rather that she thought it a bit sweet to see her son still so modest when it came to a world of adulthood. He had already, after all, made his decisions for that young woman of his. Perhaps her requirements for grandchildren of a sort were something he'd not considered a possibility.

Or he had and it was just a little embarrassing to discuss with her.

"You are of that age," she reminded him. "Undoubtedly your father and I would both be pleased by it. Could it be that you have decided your princess is not fit for just such a thing? Her world would be undoubtedly different and royalty seems difficult to please, if not fleeting with their affections."