He does not think of what a child of Marian might look like. He does not think of what their child might have looked like.

No, he does not think of them at all. Nor of watching them grow, growing old with her, grandchildren...none of these things.

Guy nods slowly, that she does not answer his question is answer enough.

"You never thought me good enough, nothing I could have done would have pleased you, would it?"

He is looking at her almost soberly. "You were always waiting for him."

It is not so much a question as an accusation.