*shakes her head* *helplessly* It-- it could be, but I honestly don't know. I'm sorry. *clears her throat* He knows that it might not be his child. He doesn't know it might be yours. Apparently he can accept that I would just pick some guy up in a bar. I offered to... *trails off, knowing you know what she offered and not wanting to mention it (in case it's what you want)* He says he doesn't want to know. He said it didn't matter and it would be better never to find out.
*shrugs, but not casually* So that's where we are.