The wheels in Six's head were obviously turning though his expression hadn't changed. It was his eyes. Those were the eyes of someone deep in thought.
"I was under the impression that families consisted of those one is biologically related to. Who is your father?" he asked suddenly.
Claire frowned. He really had no concept of etiquette at all. The normal response to finding out someone was raised by a single mom was to let it go and not ask further questions. But Six was the farthest thing from normal she had ever encountered.
"I don't know. Mom said she wanted a baby so she went to a sperm bank," she said flatly. "Do you know what those are?"
"No."
She sighed heavily, not quite believing that she was actually having this conversation with someone, especially a man. At least Six didn't actually seem like a man. If anything, he was like a dangerous, overgrown child.
