[His mind feels fragmented, drawn by the tenderness of Cy's knuckles inside of him, by the teeth at his throat — physical sensations competing for his attention against that question. He likes the way Cy's other hand strokes at his belly, the swell accommodating the life cradled within it. The context of the scene allows him to experience how it could be, one day, if he did have Cy's children. In that moment it seems almost real, no matter how well or how effortlessly they play pretend.

There's another soft sound, his own hand chasing Cy's to lay over the palm that cups his breast.]

By being perfect for you. Devoting myself to you. Enduring you, and giving you everything you need, because I need it too. I won't lose who I am — and I'll still fight you when you want me to.

[The title of queen is meaningless with that symmetry of lust and love. And this scene is only a thin film over the mutual desire he knows they both share in a family.]

I'll have as many children for you as this body can bear. I'll never be empty.