He hadn't expected Eddard to admit there was an illigitate child in the picture, but he realized it didn't much alter his opinion of the man. There was something noble about him, Ben had decided. Maybe the accent was helping. Ben smiled a little, but it lasted only a second or two. His thoughts had turned to his daughter and his ex-wife. How many months had it been since he had seen either of them?
"Well, being married didn't help the first time. We divorced when Alex--that's my daughter--was eight. She's sixteen now." His expression had morphed into a tightlipped frown. "Definitely her mother's daughter. I don't have a say in anything that has to do with her. I just sign the checks."
Talking about himself. It was very strange. Ben wasn't sure he could have done it without the alcohol. He signaled for another beer.