*All Ikenna can initially manage is a blink. And then another. Really... the human could be beyond irritating.* I see. I suppose you have a point. *is all he says, however, a little distracted by his son's sputtering and that blush on his face. He gives a roll of his eyes, another faint smirk forming on his lips. Malba... hasn't changed a bit over the years. Not one bit, no matter how hard he pretended otherwise.*
I suppose now that we've fully proven the answer to the original question, I can leave. Leave you boys to have fun. *he dryly states, putting emphasis on the 'boy.'* So, go on. Enjoy yourselves. Have a fucking ball.