"Would you rather I wasn't?" Cocking their head, they lean closer, their smile turning into a playful smirk. "Would you rather I chase you down like your dear great-grandson likes to chase me? Threatening you all the while? And here I thought you wanted my cooperation!" With a dramatic sigh, they lean back, shoulder bumping his.

"All that talk about wanting to offer an olive branch and all you do is scold me when I do! Honestly, do you want me to follow your directions or not?" A soft, tired chuckle, and the smile begins to fade, that hint of bittersweet sorrow seeping into their words as the next are spoken so softly it is difficult to hear. "Some things never change, do they? You scolding me."