Guy leans, coincidentally, back and away in his chair. He lounges a little, like he was just getting himself comfortable - not keeping a certain distance. What a presence, he thinks. She certainly wasn't someone who liked being trifled with. That suited Guy just fine - he'd spent enough of his life placating those kinds of people.

"No, no kids. I'm a little young for that," is his easy-going answer. "And with my priorities it wouldn't be a good idea. Do you?"