*takes the damp cloth his nephew's assistant is offering him and wipes at Lily's mouth (isn't especially down with all the baby stuff, but Jiminy Cricket, a little baby barf never hurt anybody)*
*looks up at the sound of your voice and thankfully can't speak right away, giving himself enough time to remember Lesson #171 from his life coach*
Sometimes the simplest way of saying something nice is the best way of all.
*softly* Hello, Anairë. *joggles the baby gently, though he's still looking at you* But if she isn't a beauty.