Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"What! You said father!" He accused back, agitated that she was getting upset with him when she was the one making such horrible accusations. He popped out of his chair and grabbed the drink from his desk, taking a swig before he gestured with it.
"I didn't think so but-" Mid wave he stopped talking, his head turning to follow her gesture. Blond bint... His expression glazed over slightly as he tried to wade through a headful of shock and panic to reconcile what she was going on about. "Twillfit? She's pregnant?" Temporarily distracted, Trevor considered the news until he noticed the way Gretchen was staring at him and waved his hands, eyes bugging slightly again. "Well it's not fuckin' mine!!"