Rosario levelled a glare at him, certain he was jerking her around again. She asked him stuff, he ducked around it and took the conversation in his own direction; she told him to lead the way and now suddenly he was all 'no, after you'.
But he was, annoyingly, right. Rosario had a whole notebook's worth of questions that she badly wanted answered.
Fine. She'd even start with an easy one, a question he had no excuse not to answer. "When did you know I was your kid?"