The wavering does not go unnoticed. Eros leaps on the weakness like a hoard of hungry squirrels on Mister Peanut.

"Oh, you're her mother alright. We had sex - I'm sure you haven't forgotten - and as a direct result of that action my nigh-omnipotent sperm did their duty and fertilized one of your ready and waiting ova."

The girl continues to look bored and oblivious, and begins to mumble to herself. "Hub bub bub bub..."

"The cells then multiplied over and over again until they created this wonderfully charming little human being," Eros continues. "Well, human-shaped anyway. So yes. You're the mother. You just didn't actually give birth to her."