Mason, in an instant, had stepped away from Curt, and really, for all he knew Curt could be in another room entirely for all the attention Mason was paying to him. Right now it was Lucy time. Mason, happily extending his arms to show that he was, indeed, all there, was practically grinning now. It was funny, how little things like Lucy could make him feel that much better. When the girl asked him if he had eaten, her gave her an amused, simpering look. If anything, he should have been asking her. So he gave her a look as if to do so, acknowledging her thin frame, her frail arms, her small neck.