Fortunately for young Alexander, it seems unlikely. His birth has morphed Xanatos into somebody who blows raspberries on baby tummies.

An evil blower of raspberries to whom every other living being in the world is still a pawn to be used in a grand scheme for immortality, but a blower of raspberries nonetheless.

"Was your family so large, to require multiple estates?"

He suspects it was not. He has become well acquainted with the matter of human pride in owning things - land - in unnecessary amounts.