Dominique's eyes welled up, wanting to punch him or hex him. 'We can't change it so it doesn't matter' was not the response she was hoping to get. An outright positive or an outright negative was fine. She could deal with that. This utter nonchalance was frustrating. "It matters to me, what you think, you sodding ass." Yes, Dominique was cursing. And not crying, even if her eyes were shining with what might soon be tears. She could blame pregnancy hormones. "I'm flipping out over here and you're so sodding ambivalent about everything." Dom turned on her heel, scooped up all of the pregnancy tests from varying locations and threw them angrily in the trash.