He couldn’t help but be amused. Size was a relative term, it didn’t matter anyway. Big or small, at the end of the day it only mattered what you did with what you had been given. No more or less than that.
“Good to know,” he laughed, holding onto Gabe properly for their dance. He lead them along expertly, “My mother always insisted that her sons learn to dance. She claimed that it would be useful in life, for a few situations. I prefer not to, but I can. Formally, mostly. The dances these kids come up with lately just baffle me.” He didn’t get them, or maybe he was just too old for the dance craze.
“Oh, you’re definitly the Beauty.” There was no doubt about that. “Which, in turn, makes me the beast. Fitting.” He had no qualms with that.