His eyes crossed to look at the strand she was messing with. He looked back at down at her and smiled. "I am a stud." His brows wiggled and slowly a frown took over his face. Oh. Ew. She had a very disgusting point. He had never actually thought about it in those terms.

A son. He's gone and got distracted now. He's thinking about how totally awesome it'd be to have a son. He could teach him how to throw firecrackers at the ducks. They could be badass. "We could name him after one of your dads--if he's a ya know--boy." Trying to be sweet.