He wasn't going to dispute any of that. Typically, he would be content to be away from the world and it's madness. Jefferson never particularly needed human interaction, nor craved it or affection. Not that it was healthy, just nothing on his priority list. Odd, for how much he valued his daughter.
If there were anyone he could be locked away with it would be Emma. "You mean even more immature than you already are? Is that possible?"
The hatter put some careful distance between himself and her foot, checking the preheated oven and preparing the pan for his batter mix. "I can't help but think we've had this discussion before and even still, here I am. You're not getting bored with me are you?"