Arrow Lake ungesagt

a bit rankled that he had not immediately taken her meaning, mahler paused along their path, set the intensity of his lavender stare upon sarah. 
no one had before asked this question: that she had caught him off-guard was somehow titillating, welcome.
"i vould be the father of this child," mahler murmured. "i vould vant to be named as its father, and to come and be vith them as i can." his litter would not be abandoned bastards.
"and i vould hope, at some point, they might join me in diaspora."
he was not a generous man! the sentiment annoyed mahler, but he saw its truth.