Miniver ducks his head a little against Skwisgaar's chest and smiles at the Swede's wandering hands. It feels strange to be like this with him without the chaos and violence and anger. It feels strange to speak to him like a friend, stranger still to be discussing THEIR CHILDREN...
Strange, but not at all unpleasant. Miniver leans his body into Skwisgaar's hands. "So we'll teach 'em. At least we can be pretty sure we get it right in the end so long as we try."