Unlike Taryn, he didn't glance towards the farmhouse, nor was he in the least concerned with the suggestion of having a puppy and a baby at the same time. He wore his confidence and relaxation with a situation like a well worn jacket - easily shrugged on, natural to him, and making things seem like the most obvious decision in the world.
"Are you alright. myshka?" he enquired, his eyes flicking over Taryn from head to foot, making a quick appraisal of how the trip had affected her.