She was light as a feather, as far as he was concerned. He barely even felt the pressure of her little arms around his neck and he doubt he would even if she was holding onto him tighter than she currently was.
Keeping his head craned in her general direction, he shrugged, "I don't know either. I'm not that great of an idea guy. We could go vandalize Aunt Rose's room. Jump on her bed, colour her walls..." he got a distant look in his eyes as he gave more thought to that fantasy. "Actually, I vote we do that? Is she home?"
Just because he appreciated what Rosalie had done by taking care of Nessie so well, didn't mean that anything changed between the two of them.