It was more frustration at her own inability to communicate than it was disappointment in him. She is not his father though, she is.. no one really. Her disappointment should matter none at all.
Gently she reached out and touched his shoulder, offering him a soft smile when he looked up, if he looked up. Her hand fell away and she smoothed it through her hair.
"You don't need them.. but they're nice to have. Convenient." She answers softly, then shrugs and takes a half-step back.
She wondered briefly if talking to Phobos would help, if he was more in touch..
"..but a puppy would need them.. and you want a puppy, right? Besides, some things are nice to have. There's nothign better than a long hot bubblebath, candles lighting the dark room, when you are tired and weak."