Jerome had heard his children talking in the next room -- having his room attached to Leto's was certainly handy -- and he had headed on over once he did. That done, he was absolutely certain that he walked into the room at the exact wrong moment. "Oh dear," he sighed, taking a seat himself. His daughter wasn't crying, or shaking, or threatening to make a eunuch out of anybody though, so it was a step up from the last time she'd seen him. He raised an eyebrow and looked to his son.