“So, if I’m understanding what you’re saying right, you’re going to fall in love with a selfish controlling prick and then have a son with him….For this one to make sense I need vodka.” Art swept behind the bar and re emerged with a bottle of Smirnoff and two shot glasses, plonking on the stool beside Ana.
“I was bought up to respect everyone…except poachers and rapists, but particularly women and to take care of the young, this guy obviously doesn’t respect either you or your boy. The kid exists, so things have to happen between the two of you, but…do you really want it to, not because of your son but because of you?” He was feeling blunt, and the idea of anyone being like that to anyone somehow instantly translated to someone being like that to Rarity and Charlie