Narcissus was quickly growing used to fatherhood, mostly because his curse seemed to have been broken, for the time being at least, by the birth of Bastian. His whole world was centered less around himself and more around Echo and Bastian. As a result, he was adapting easily, and found himself falling asleep quickly whenever Bastian was asleep. It would probably be hell whenever he decided to go back to work, but for now it was the best idea.
He was just slipping into sleep when he heard a knock on the door and sat up. A little annoyed, he made his way out of the bed room just in time to pick up a fussing Bastian. The baby started to whimper a little more as Narcissus cradled. He noticed that he was a little fussier with him than he was with Echo, but he figured he had spent 9 months in constant contact with her and she was the one that primarily fed him. It was only natural.
He paused as he saw the Fates, bouncing Bastian gently. "Hello, ladies." He said, surprisingly respectful, bowing his head slightly toward them. "Can I... get you anything?"