A baby was something Charlie had wanted quite a lot in recent years, finally ready to raise a child (though not quite ready to settle down with a mate; girls were crazy). A grown up daughter was entirely possible, but since no one had come looking for child support or other help raising the kid, he had never spent much time considering it. He was cautious enough in his opinion--which was to say, not very--but he didn't feel the need to tread lightly around others. Charlie was no young wolf, and he had plenty of experience with hunters and survival; a newcomer female werewolf was nothing to him, supposing she did mean the pack any harm. Or if something followed her, like it had their last newcomer. The chances of that happening again were fairly slim.
It was one of the easiest victories he had ever achieved, winning back that remote. "Okay, kid," he said, sitting up, "you don't make a lot of sense. You want me to cover up, but you want to bond and a distraction, too. I'm getting mixed signals here. Are you some kind of repressed Amish runaway? Maybe from a cult? One of those harem kinds, and if so, where do I sign up and how religious do I have to be to qualify?" Stretching his arms out along the back of the couch, he shook his head. "You want that kind of information, you have to be willing to give it. I'll show you mine if you show me yours," punctuated with a grin.