Y'know, Mister Spook, there're a couple of unspoken rules that a guy doesn't really feel the need to telling his kid's boyfriend. One of 'em's about not turning her into a rodent. Now, I don't know how they roll in your universe, but where I come from, we follow those rules.
Now, I know that you're honest, and that you know I'd shoot you in an organ of my choice if you gave me an answer I didn't like the sound of. So I'm going to be real patient and ask before I come over there and kill you: why is my kid a mouse?