[That earns him a long, indecisive, almost contemplative look. There's a deadpan nature to his delivery that, yet again, they cannot help but find appealing if off-putting in its resemblance to certain other human children in their life, whose existence they still find dubious and whose history they still find dubious.]
[Then a smile snaps evenly across, short and sharp and unmistakably amused.]
That's the spirit.
[So. First things first. In an abrupt shift of subject that might not seem perfectly logical, they move on.]
no subject
[Then a smile snaps evenly across, short and sharp and unmistakably amused.]
That's the spirit.
[So. First things first. In an abrupt shift of subject that might not seem perfectly logical, they move on.]
Do you carry a weapon?