The look, at least, makes Claire bite back a laugh. Oh, now she can laugh herself about the strangeness of it all, but before? Not so much. Though she does sober up when she replies to his question.

"When I was with each of then, it was believed the other was dead. So... I suppose that got overlooked, in a way. With a husband dead, there's no official need to dissolve a marriage." Or, you know, if they're hundreds of years apart.

Claire actually doesn't know if Willie is aware he's adopted--his mother died giving birth to him, and so his sister took the boy in, as Jamie told her. And then John Grey married her, becoming his father. It'd be easy enough to pass the boy off as their own and keep him safe in the process.

"Fergus? Oh, no. He's not ours by blood. My husband only ever frequented brothels for business purposes." Which sounds like a sorry excuse a husband would make, she knows, but she knows Jamie was never a patron. Not ever. "I do think of my husband's son now and then. Maybe more so these days," she says with a knowing smile towards Jon. Wonder why? "I don't know how I'd receive him were he to wake up and come down here."

Or how to explain herself.