Although he realized his hypocrisy, he refused to acknowledge it, only stared back at Pietro with his eyebrows raised. "I doubt you know how to properly feed a child, change her. I do," he clarified, lest Pietro think he meant "take care of" in an emotional sense rather than a technical one. He was forgetting himself, straying too far from his crafted script. This was all for show, Erik reminded himself. Manipulation for a higher purpose and nothing more. He finally averted his gaze and with drew his finger from the child's grasp, moving to sit down behind his desk. In his head he went over his plans, strengthened his resolve. He would use Pietro, he would use this child. "I don't know her name," he said, breaking the growing silence. "You'll have to decide what to call her, I suppose."