He shrugged a little, grinned down at her. "Thinking evil thoughts already, are you?" It was always nice to know he still had it. Even when he wasn't really trying.
"Nick's a good person," stopping himself before he said boy. "He cares a lot about Bea."
And then he wondered if whatever - Native American, most likely, his mind supplied from a corner - deity Nick was, his grandf- no, not if the man was still alive. But interesting all the same.