Cotton nearly choked on his beer, in fact he had to sit forward and throw his other hand to his chin to keep from spitting it down himself. He put the beer down as he stood up and faced Button, putting his hands up and out as if he was trying to stop her from advancing.
"Whoaaaa, whoa, whoa," Cotton shook his head. "I don't care if you're carrying his child," He paused a moment and stared at her suspiciously. "You're not are you?" He asked before he waved his own comment off. "Not the point! You don't let people leech off you regardless of how you feel about them and that's what he's going to do. He did it to Hawthorne for how many years and that, dear God I hope, was strictly platonic! Imagine how much he'd leech off you." And this conversation was way too disturbing and deep for Cotton.