Another roll of the eyes. But he'll turn nonetheless, rolling up his sleeves and picking out some bath soaps to prep the water.

Turning around does show that his little tail has been waggling at all the playful talk of massacres for each other.

"If I don't pay close mind to who's carrying my child and my child themselves, then what good am I as a father? Mother raised me right."

...Pause.

"Well. Not all of her lessons stuck, mind, but the treatment of the fairer folk and your family stuck."