Manners, sweetheart. [ The show of defiance is met and obliged. What remains of the gap between them is closed to a handful of inches within the span of a single, drawn-out breath - the sigh of an adult forced to admonish a petulant child about their bad behavior. But he doesn't mistake her for one, if there's any danger then it's always been in forgetting that (there's no living with monsters for so long and not becoming one yourself). ] Remember yours and I might just remember mine.
[ Complacency for a relative safety. That's always been his trade. ]