[ She looks back at him, resting her elbow on the back of the couch and her head on her hand, and smiles, small. ]

No.

There are no men on Themyscira. There had not been children for thousands of years. But my mother so desired a daughter that she molded a baby from clay taken from the heart of the island, and on a night of wind and storm and a hunter's moon, she prayed that the little clay child be brought to life.

And the gods answered. They granted her a miracle. Life from clay. A daughter with no father.