Merlin took her hands and lead her over to the chaise with a put-upon sigh, seating them both. "Dear Luna," he said, reaching out to stroke her hair. "I freely admit I am not good father material. Yes, he is my son, but I did not raise him, I have had very little to do with him. Sometimes these accidents happen. Aahhh." He brushed the backs of his fingers down her chest and shook his head sorrowfully, meanwhile taking her hand and pressing it to his crotch to give her an idea of what she should be doing while he talked.