"Well, it's true in any case, and I don't have to say it just because I'm your Uncle." He kissed her forehead and then grinned at Michael. It was clear that Wren was feeling happier, and that was great. And he would figure out someway to keep Hugo away from her. Even if it included detentions.
He watched the waitress walk away again, appreciating the sway of her hips and feeling rather pleased with himself. That was until Wren asked why he wasn't married, and he looked at her in horror.
"Married? Me? Oh Wrenlet, that will never happen. I'm not the marrying kind." He wondered how to explain that to a child, and looked to Michael for help.