No sir, he's not mine own, and I'm not even certain sure whose he is... But hey, sometimes it's just a matter of the kiddos doing things without the parents' permission - like, say, sneaking off with their father's laptop computer, to go on the Island network and find out where his father IS exactly - and then, of course, going to see his father, sneaking away from his poor worried-sick stepmother...!
[And here she pauses briefly for a breath; clearly the memory is still a sore point with her...!]
I mean, of course, I always call strange men "sweetheart"! I mean, it beats calling them "Sir" when I'm playing "Good Copper" - unless of course, they seem like the type who'd take better to respect than to closeness, you know...?