A soft laugh left her when he fixated on the him and Scor portion of her rant, shrugging her shoulders, before offering the joint out to him again. Feeling his weight on the sofa next to her, she shifted to face him better. It was now that she let her fingertips reach out towards his side, to trace the tattoo that she'd avoided touching just moments before. "As long as you're happy," she said before bending her head in to press a kiss to his cheek. "Now you're a DILF, Dad I'd like to..." she snickered softly, settling back into her seat.
She wondered then how this would change whatever they were doing. Would he want to settle down with someone? Would he want stability for his son? She wasn't sure she had the guts to ask just then. While it was a casual thing, she wasn't ready for it to end just yet.