"Could be god or saint, but potentially neither," Little John pointed out. "Could be a hero. Could be one of the old kings even. The people used to say the monarchs of England could heal with a touch. That was usually scrofula, though, less an arm," he admitted. "What I'm saying is, let's not limit our theories yet. You said you were in the same classes? Has he noticed any connection between the two of you?"
Lyra hadn't been saying anything, letting her face do the talking for her with a wide eyed look toward Rosario, one that had been screaming Hero?? KING?? before Little John mentioned connection and then it was stuck hard on that one. "He has asked me boutchu a lot," she admitted, with a small wince, a small one growing quickly into something bigger. "'Where's Rosario' and 'what am I doing wrong with Rosario' and— God, do you think he knows?"
If Archer was Rosario's father, and if he knew that, and had known from the beginning, then... yeah then Avery was right and absolutely none of their interactions had been Lyra charming Archer, and her skin crawled with the implication that this whole time, instead of her trying to wheedle things out of him, he could have been using her.