He gasped in delight, enamored by the fact that this could potentially be a child of his. And if she was indeed his, he could use her to help him out of this creative slump. Maybe she was the key to all of this!
"I knew your mother. I was so heartbroken when she rid of me like days old laundry." His face changed, angered by the fact that she (like so many others) left him because his focus was always on self. His eyes softened at her, looking at her now as if she had some hidden features of his. "I was the poor fool she didn't believe was who he said he was." Was it not obvious? Could no one tell he was such an important figure?