Francis didn't respond (surprise surprise) when Layla correctly accused him of asking a creepy question. He wouldn't deny it because he knew it was one, although he knew she would never guess why he asked. Mostly, he'd asked to see if he could formulate some plan to foist Dietre Abendroth on her. If she went around kissing total strangers she probably would kiss the kid, then he could fall in love with her or something and leave him alone.
That was such a desperate thought. He didn't like it.
Another thing he didn't like was how he'd somehow opened Layla's floodgates. Not only was she telling him her life story, but she didn't live alone. Oh well, it'd been a stupid plan anyway.
"Assuming you're eighteen or over, there's not much she can do if you leave," Francis pointed out with a sigh, and he ran his hand down his face in an attempt to somehow mute his exasperation with the current topic. "It's probably your immaturity that scares her more than anything."