"There is? Damn. I better get on with that, then," he teased lightly, somehow still managing to be a cheeky git when he was sure his skin was flushing slightly pink at her exposed body.
"Can't blame him..." Hem muttered, mostly to himself. No one would get his signature permanently inked into their skin for a prank.
He wasn't sure what to make of he explanation. Not wanting a ring? "You're wearing an engagement ring," he pointed out, a little confused by that assertion. What was that all about? It wasn't something his little 1918 brain could process.
"Oh. A son? Um-" he really, really wondered what the fuck was going on now. He'd agreed to it off-hand, assuming it all to be an elaborate joke, but the mention of a son complicated things. "A child, and he didn't marry you?" he frowned; not because he thought less of Abi, but of himself. His future self. God, what the hell would his family have thought of that? What did hers think? "I didn't think I'd be that..." he shrugged, not sure of the word.