Deimos purred like the cat he didn't have and pushed his head against his Uncle's hand, nuzzling his tummy and then pushing against Caerus' hand for more petting, turning to lie in the dirt without caring and pillowing his head in his Uncle's lap, smiling up at him and lifting a hand to draw a line from the base of Caerus' neck to the tip of his chin. "I like it Uncle Caerus, if it's a gift from you." he reassured, crossing his fingers over his stomach as he thought about the Phobos question. "Well... I do not know if he will be out fighting but, if he is not with Kyknos then he may be back." he decided.