"Can you please tell me who Alexander's father is?" Arthur asks, causing everything I was feeling to vanish into thin air.

I let out a hoarse breath and looked at him with a puzzled expression. Arthur is not seriously asking me such a question right now.

I breathe out. "I... why are you asking?" I stutter, unable to maintain a calm voice.

Arthur leant away completely. "I just want to know; I slept a night with you, last five years ago, so it's strange that Alexander is only four years old; I have a feeling I'm his..."

"Fuck off, you psychopath," I curse, interrupting his statement.

What does Arthur think...