The smirk stayed firmly on Leto's face, and she was unsure as to whether or not she bought that answer. Her family were always either the easiest or the hardest to read. She watched her son get, well, what he sort of deserved for chasing things around with an imaginary sword for three days, slowly grinning as his laughter filled the room. Levon was probably getting a good shot of mental espresso, but Leto rarely had it in her to mind. Her son's mood tended to be infectious. She was glad to be surrounded by family on either side of her room - Levon's screams probably would have gotten them in some trouble by now otherwise.