Pony threw up a hand. "Good! Don't marry a man! Most of us are awful and take advantage of young women. That's been my entire point!" He said slightly condescending. "I don't care. Maybe you came eight months later, maybe one of them needed money, or it has been decided before they'd ever met. Sometimes there are reasons and I don't always agree with them. I know most of those reasons didn't exist in my case. And for every case like your parents there are a hundred miserable homes, unwed miserable mothers, or even sadder orphaned kids filling the streets because their mothers didn't survive having them. Don't thing the exceptions make the rules."

He folded his arms and glared at her. "I could care less about your opinion of me. I'm not here to be your friend or to court you. I just want my damn drinks. Not deal with another woman who thinks her opinion is more important than anyone else's or more correct just because she says so. So unless you can tell me you know how hard it is because you do charity work at some convent that looks out for single mothers or an orphanage, don't act like you know better."