His answer consists of a helpless mmpffhhh as she pushes the toy up against him. Feebly, he pats the plush back, embarrassed, hoping nobody sees him like this.
And when had this become so difficult? Hadn't he lifted his children from their cradles, proud like any man? He vaguely recalls Girolamo, tiny sticky fingers clutching Cesare's thumb.
"That's nice," he croaks unhappily, then hands her back the oversized toy. "You can change how you look, รจ vero? That must be exciting."