“I can’t be the kid’s dad,” Hol Horse says. And by can’t, he means he doesn’t want to be the father. You’re probably telling the truth. “You must be confused, darling.”

The child—she looks like she’s two—does have an odd resemblance towards him. This’ll be harder to lie about. Maybe he should just run and hope you don’t find him.

“It was nice catching up to you,” Hol Horse says, standing up, “but I’m a busy man. You know how it is.” He attempts a charming smile, hoping you’ll drop it.