Cass laughed, grinning broadly with a shrug of his shoulders, "I've taken it upon myself to entertain him a little more but I, uh, have company a lot." He glanced up towards the loft bed that held his sleeping daughter, dead to the world as it were.
He rubbed the back of his neck, careful of the long nails that made him look far more vicious than he actually was. "Because I am something out of a fairy tale? Or... there are fairy tales about my kind, anyhow. Ghillie dhu. Protector of forests and a guide to those lost within the trees," he bowed slightly though that hadn't been his particular job. "Not... all of us are as kind, though."