[ Naturally, he's still laughing— mainly because he's imagining Yao's outrage at the umpteenth time one of the children has woken up the others, ensuing in an all-out chorus of crying and screaming. The King has always had a very, ah, vivid imagination. ]

...Okay, okay! So then we're in agreement, right? Let one grow up a little before having another? Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera?