What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.

Nairn scoffed, and sank into a seat, fingers tapping the table. Rums payment for a dose. Set it up. He avoided answering the question; well-aware that they were going to partake in the booze as well as anything else.

After a moment, with a long sigh, he murmured, Remember my whore, the one at the Rose? He pinched the bridge of his nose, She had a kid, back in '33, '32? Dunno, the math. Knew it existed, wasn't my problem. Because it hadn't been; he'd sent her a bit of extra money every month, she'd never let him see or know anything about the kid. It's like it didn't exist.

Except it did.