"He is the Piper's isn't he?"
"No. He is Rosto's and mine, Beka, not the Rouges not the pipers, not the terriers and not guardswoman cooper. Is Father is Rosto and I am his mother, but he will not ever be the Rouges and the bloodhounds son. Some how we did something amazing, separated ourselves from the people and the jobs of our lives and in those quiet nights spent together we were not a rat and a dog we were just two lovers, not looking forward to the morning."