Pregnant women? Please. His mother had once been pregnant with his sister, but they had been so close in age that he hardly remembered. Practically from his conception, his parents had been on the run, and Anthony had grown up into a household that pushed survival instincts above all else. Keats, dueling, and reading from spell manuals had been his childhood.
Not dealing with pregnant women. Or women, really, in general. His few dalliances with ladies had been random, casual encounters. The way he liked it. Well, at least, it had been.
"It would be stupid of you to keep me around," he added after Terrence had...offered for Anthony to stay with him? Fucking bizarre. "They are going to discover that it's me, eventually. It's a process of elimination. I'll be gone, and they will be looking for me. Probably not so smart, considering you want to work for them."
He wasn't sure how he felt, being so calmly offered things that seemed...beyond his reach.