Pietro said nothing for a while, watching her breath, and body shifting into a natural sway. He looked fascinated by her. She was so small, so very small, and she seemed to look right deep down inside him with those big eyes.
"...Magdaline," he decided after a long stretch, testing the name and mirroring his father's action in offering her his finger. "Little Maggie." His spoke to his daughter, not to Erik. He seemed to have forgotten his father was still there.