Brighid giggled as Conor revealed the answer, glancing between him and her daddy before offering, "He's older than you, daddy! And you're old!" Cass scrunched up his nose, trying not to be offended for himself and Conor. Age didn't mean much to him either but he always wondered about it for Brighid, considering her mother's human status.
"I do indeed," he murmured, wondering how selfish it would be to find a babysitter just so he could play with the handsome ice sculptor. At the same time, the idea terrified him. Outside of his wife... Ex... Wife... He hadn't been with anyone after his captivity and the scars that marred him were still disgusting to him. Cass couldn't help laughing as the snow landed on Conor's head, glad he and Brighid were sticking to the old fashioned way.
"Snowman friends are best friends," Brighid stated at the idea of making them move around. Cass started working on their snowman's torso as Bri kept patting the base of theirs. When Conor declared a hat was needed, Cass pulled his beanie off and threw it at the other man. It made his blond hair wild and showed off those pointed ears he could never really glamour away. "Bit of a tricky thing, making snow golems or whatever they'd be," Cass noted idly, "What if they start a snowball fight?"