"Oh sodding hell, woman, I didn't mean it like that - " Fred stopped himself, realizing for a second how much he sounded like... well, his father, except not laughing. He should have been laughing. Saying it fondly. He meant it that way, but something about protecting his daugther brought out something less friendly than anything he'd ever felt.
Still, he sat his bottle down and reached for her, pulling her into his arms whether she wanted to come or not. "I know you would. That doesn't mean we have to queue up ways for you to have to though, yeah? Sorry."