As the question was turned around and set upon him, Amon mentally paused. He didn't know what he could say in response. There was only so much of his past the man was willing to revisit - so, in the end, he kept his answer short and sweet.
Never had kids. Never really been around them 'neither. I grew up with a group of boys but we were all nearly a year old when introduced, so... I ain't got much background with the little ones.
It wasn't entirely the truth. Amon had helped to separate various boys from their families, all according to the orders of the Guard, but it was a darkness that did not fit the gleeful conversation. He wasn't about to dampen the mood.
Knowing our leaders, their kids will be rambunctious little beasts. You'll probably be able to keep up with them better than I ever could, hah!
He chuckled as he spoke, but the laughter became a grating cough - leading to a tiny fit of huffing and puffing from the big lug. 'Granted I'm still around when they're born.' He thought quite suddenly, as his throat cleared. How many others are after the position?