Bonnie gave a rather unladlylike snort, rolling her eyes at his comment about seeing something she liked. Since they'd had one helluva night she was sure he already knew the answer to that and just wanted to tease her. Which, she supposed, was just another reason she'd liked him. Not love, Bon had learned from her family's poor examples and wasn't a believer in True Love at First Sight, but like? Sure. At his next words, Bon set her coffee down with a small clack, narrowing her eyes.

"That a comment 'bout my height, bud?" she asked, leaning back to cross her arms over her chest. Bon was a bit like a chihuahua, though not as neurotic as the depiction often implied; she was a big dog in a little dog body, and don't you forget it. She gave a small smile to soften her words, implying she was joking. Though, if he pushed it...

Bon cocked her head to the side, her expression softening a little at Eros' obvious discomfort. Her stomach gave a little flip-flop. What was it? Some sort of disease, an infection, something worse? Bon swallowed down the suspicion, the concern. No point in fretting about it until she knew. She picked up her cup, took a sip...

And promptly spit it back out at his words. She coughed a little, quickly dabbing at the coffee with her napkin, and gaped at Eros. For once in her life, she found herself at a loss for words.

"You're fuckin' with me," she chuckled a little, wagging a finger at him. "That's a good one, mate. Really got me goin' there."

And then she looked at him again. Really looked at him.

He wasn't lying.

He wasn't lying.

He wasn't lying!!

"The fuck," she said at last, sitting back in her chair again and rubbing at her temples. "Assumin', since you called me out I'm the... the... father or whatever the fuck?"

Bonnie rubbed her hands over her face, blew out a breath. Then she sat forward, studying Eros' face. "So... what's the plan? You wanna keep it, I'm down to... coparent or whatever. But it's up to you. Your body, your choice 'n all that."