Losing his composure just a little bit (or a lot, really), Treat flailed for a second as he tried to remind Kenna to keep quiet. "Keep your voice down," he hissed at her, ignoring his baser urge to tackle her. That wouldn't end well and it'd probably just wake Eztli or Tanith or both of them up. "It's not a sleepover," Treat insisted, except that it sort of was as evidenced by the fact that there was a person sleeping over at his house. Even if it was the guest bedroom. "Really, now, Kenna. If I just wanted to shag a woman, I would take her to a Marriott or something," Treat sighed. "Or stay at her place. I wouldn't do it in a house that you and I share. That's breaking some sort of parenting rule, I think."
Waving a hand dismissively, Treat shook his head. He wasn't going to dignify that with a response. And he was highly doubtful that Kenna had much experience with actual dangerous people. He hadn't at her age and it was fairly similar for their family all-around. Obviously, Kenna knew how to get herself into trouble seeing as she'd been sent overseas in some sort of weird parenting decision he still didn't understand, but she couldn't have gotten into bad, bad trouble if she still had all of her limbs, possessed no noticeable scars, and talked out of her ass like this. "She's...no, you know what? Go back to bed."