Antoine looked up when he heard the silk of Ciara's voice. Of course she'd be here to see this. He tried to affect his typical careless slouch and found that was basically impossible to do while supporting the head of a baby and so he wrinkled his nose and shifted a little. "'Course he likes me, what's not to like?" he said around the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, giving a little shrug of his shoulders. Collin made a burble in response and, Antoine, being unversed in the dialect of baby sounds, made a brief expression of panic. What if he started crying? Was he supposed to be bouncing him? Magda had bounced him, hadn't she? Luckily, the boy was content to tug artlessly on the fabric of his shirt. "See, babes can't resist me." He said, relaxing enough to wink at Ciara before giving a quiet cough.