and you only.

War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.❞ ♘ gargoyle simon sᴛᴀᴛᴜs • ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ • ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ

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"Well.. It’s just water though?" She insisted, slightly titling her head to the side as she fixed her gaze on his side profile. "Is there something I should know about? I’m really dumb when it comes to other creature’s weaknesses you know." She admitted, still lightly pushing, following Simon. "Does something bad happen to you whenever you touch water?"

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He blinks, blankly-- his stare very much statuesque like he is. It's just water, he thinks. "Weaknesses?!" he blurted, shooting a side glare at her-- if he could have broken out in a nervous sweat he would have but the lack of ability to do so prevented him. He's not sure how to admit something-- that others would call irrational-- to the winter pixie. A large paw of his loudly clamps to the back of his neck. A grating rub sounds from the gesture as he hums dully. "Uhhh-- yes?" he says questioningly but it does to appear more as him freaking out versus something bad truly happening. 

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Simon was as hard and as strong as rock, but his heart was as fragile as snow. Nevaeh realized how easy it would be to break into his systems just by that simple act and not to mention water. Nevaeh shook her head then before giving his hand a high five, in state of disbelief of her discovery of the gargoyle’s weaknesses. “Okay, okay. I got it.” She laughed teasingly under her palm and stepped behind Simon, lightly pushing him forward. “Lead the way, Oppa. Geez. This is unbelievable!” She tried to provoke in a light manner, although at the same time curious. “Why are you so afraid of breaking the glass when it won’t even hurt your hands?”

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It was a quick curious tilt that lopped his head to the side, a giant question mark above his head. He remember receiving a high five from Jun and being just as befuddled as he was now. What gives? "Yah-- what's so funny?" certainly not a laughing matter to the man who was afraid of a little or a lot of water. Overall he was happy she would help herself but even still. "What? --if it breaks then I'll get wet with water. I don't see the point of breaking a glass or getting showered on..." a frown rippled across his brow at the thought. 

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"Hmmp!" She stood up from the couch and lightly stumped her feet with  arms crossed. "Do you really think I’m slow when in comes to cooking?" She lightly huffed, pretending to be badly hurt of his words before a smile broke and she started laughing behind her hands. "Like who am I kidding," she began recalling how terrible she did while preparing Simon’s bento. "I really wish there’s a way to cook using snow, but that’s not possible too. So Simo— I mean, Oppa. Can I—- Uh, ask for water?" she took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the beads of sweat formed on her forehead. 

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He immediately rose when she did because the sound that came from her didn't seem positive and receiving a woman's wrath was something he liked avoiding altogether. Her question caused a few small stutters to recite off his lips, because he didn't mean that. A frown fixing upon his face at the twist of his words-- until it all came down to her kidding and laughing and Simon sighing in relief but also giving her a scrutinizing face for her teasing. "You're killing me Nevaeh--" not only was she kidding but now she wanted a glass of water? If he could break out in a sweat over the nervousness of his phobia he would have, his large hand scraping against his skin as it rubbed his forehead. "Well-- obviously you can ask but uh... just follow me and I'll show you where the glasses are. Y'know--" he pauses and reveals his strong hands to her, really? Him getting someone a glass of water. "It might break in my hands before you get it--" he shivered at the though of water upon his skin but nervously smiled.

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“More than enough? Are you serious?” She lightly teased with one brow raised and a lopsided smile.  For one second she prevented herself from bursting out laughing just by seeing his response. He always loved food; there’s no question to that, but hearing him say it was ‘more than enough?’ He was being polite because Nevaeh knew to satisfy Simon’s appetite would consist of at least—ten bentos.  She couldn’t carry that much not to mention traveling by foot under the blazing sun. Maybe next time, since winter’s coming soon, she’d give more effort to deliver more food. “Yah, I have seen you dine in at the school’s cafeteria a couple of times and that serving is good to feed twenty of me.” Nevaeh snorted just lightly and tapped the male’s nose with her index, leaving a snowflake that sparkled for two seconds before disappearing.  “But anyways, you’re welcome— Oppa.” Nevaeh smiled contentedly.

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"Mh?" his head titled with a new and curious stare at the winter pixie. Something was running through her mind and he was awaiting to hear the words. But like the stone he was, Simon stiffened up the moment she mentioned the old days. "Yah! Hey-- I'm a big guy okay! I need a lot of food... but yeah..." he fidgeted rather embarrassingly, his nose wiggling when she snorted and he leaned forward-- "You don't need to be burdened by the amount. So yeah-- this is enough. Otherwise I'd never see you because you would be stuck in the kitchen all day. Don't want you to melt or anything-- y'know." his lips curl in a smile and he almost wants to chuckle over the small joke.

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The Perks of Being a Gargoyle ~ Simon and Erika ~

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Of course she accepted the name. It sounded beautiful and it was a suggestion from a man that right now meant the world for her. The meaning of the name was also quite suitable. Her son’s name was Eita and the kanjis used had a similar meaning to being bright. Overly strong. Crystal.

She smiled and tested the name on her lips once more, stroking her belly. “Helene.” Erika said. “It will be like a middle name. I’ve always wanted a middle name.” A small giggle left her lips. “I guess I would also have to think of some proper Japanese name for her… Or Korean. I’m not even sure, it doesn’t really matter.” All that mattered was that the little one would be born healthy.

What Simon said about her husband was true, though. If he was here, he would accept the child as his own without hesitation. He was that kind of a man. Suddenly, she was struck again with a feeling of both sadness and nostalgia. At times like these she missed that man a lot. She wished he was not a human but it was how things turned out to be. He was a mortal and he left her, as all mortals though. Sighing quietly, Erika nodded, chewing on her lower lip.

"I think you are right. He would be happy to give her his family name. Then so it will be." She nodded, looking up at the male gargoyle. ”Thank you. It’s fine. Really. I’m fine, the baby is fine… You are fine. We should be happy about it." Erika said and placed a happy smooch on Simon’s cheek.

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He could tell from all her little actions, the stroke of her hand over her baby bump right down to how she said the name once more, that she accepted it wholeheartedly. This made him happy and Simon was glad to have a part in this child's life, especially being one to help with her name. "Don't worry, I think you will know when she gets closer to arriving." he wanted to be reassuring, she might even know the name the moment she sees her soon to be daughter's face. Granted he felt women liked to prepare early but even still, a name he assumed, wasn't easy.

A sighs leaves him, he figured this husband of her's was a man that he may have liked had he met him long ago-- if only he knew Erika then. Eita though would be a good idol for his baby sister, everything Simon ever heard about Eita was always so positive, and why wouldn't it be? They were gargoyles, it was just like them to be decent and good beings. Simon honestly didn't know a bad apple in the bunch he grew up with. "See? So there you go. You have a middle and last name for her. You're off to a great start." a smile faintly etched across his lips, he was glad he had a good idea of the type of persons Erika kept around herself, or had. Her and this unborn baby needed all the love they could have.

From her words down to her actions though, Simon's small smile grew into a broad and silly grin. The kiss to his cheek leaving him satisfied and trusting in her more than anything. She was right, all would be well and Simon wrapped up the conversation with a comfortable embrace between the two of them-- or well two and a half. "Very happy about it."

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“You think so too?  Wow, this is great!” Simon’s approval made Nevaeh raise her fist up firmly in the air with her face beaming in joy “Thank you! Thank you!” She then lowered her hand to hold Simon’s rock hard hand with two hands and patted it lightly. “You’re officially my older brother now. Okay?” With a short, trying to convince nod she said. “Hold on, before I forget,” she paused while releasing Simon’s hand, turning slightly behind to get the small bag of present she prepared. A bento she personally made. “Here. That’s yours. I’m sure it’s not enough but at least I prepared something to give for this home visit. Hope you’ll like it!”

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His happiness compiled with her excitement only excited him further and he didn't really know why that was, he already considered her a sister for the most part anyway. He wasn't expecting anything much but one thing Simon always loved receiving if he was going to indeed be getting something-- was food. With a roar silently gasping from between his lips, a large smile sculpted itself upon his mien. Simon was thankful from the bottom of his heart... or stomach, perhaps it was hard to tell which since the bento was distracting but he was happy non-the-less to receive it. "Nevaeh! I am ever so grateful!! Many thanks! It's more than enough!"

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  name of your muse: Simon Park

one picture you like with your muse’s fc: 

two headcanons for your muse that you never told anyone: 

n/a

three things your muse loves doing in their free time:  1. Flying/fighting 2. Spending time with family and friends 3. Spending time with Junhyung

four people whom your muse loves/likes/respects: 1. serpent-of-eden 2. erika-ia 3. nvh-ia 4. manato-ia

three fond childhood memories: 1. Brushing his sisters hair in exchange for them making him something to eat. 2. Family dinners at the table and his mom's cooking. 3. Protecting his church.

two things your muse regrets: Simon tries not to hold onto things that can not be changed or do change. He believes in fate and what happens is for a reason, he doesn't regret.

one thing they’d do through heaven or hell to save/change: 1.  Bring his youngest sister back.

tag ten people to do the same thing: manato-ia, serpent-of-eden, xxwoobin, (if you already did this nvm)

[14saranghae]

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Just a romantic simple Frenchman?  Nevaeh mentally asked while side glancing Simon with a rather questioning look, although she smiled as if she had a clue what a Frenchman was. Romantic man would suffice to understand what he meant – she got that. “Ei… There’s so many ways the word force is used you know. Not only physically, Simon,” she narrowed her eyes back on him, wishing she was looking at her friend’s real appearance,  but all she had was another monster’s face. “I’m just going to be persistent. That’s all,” she then finished. Simon had always been the nice guy: charming, respectful, and kind. Her brother was the same and Nevaeh was glad to found another one (although not blood-related) here on earth. He was such a blessing to her. “Hey, Simon,” Nevaeh called out in a soft tone. “Will you give me permission to call you—oppa?” Thank goodness she couldn’t blush; it’s always a lifesaver. “You see, it sounds cute and I heard people specifically in this place use that term quite often. I would like to call you that. It’s fits.” She chuckled behind her palm.

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He knows and understands what she previously meant but he enjoyed giving her a tough time regardless. "I know, I know." he smiles faintly as he glances at her peculiar stare. She acted a little funny the past few times he has seen her. He means to check in on that but last time she shrugged off any oddities he was feeling. "Be persistent as you like then." he chuckles and leans near her. Brows raising in curiosity when she mentions his name in a questionable manner. Though the explanation to come was more comical than the actual question asked. A smile appeared and a snort huffed out in a quiet loud breath, he was flattered to be addressed by such. "I agree, I think it fits to-- so feel free to call me that."

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The Perks of Being a Gargoyle ~ Simon and Erika ~

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It was weird having to decide a baby name, actually. Her late husband and she decided on their son’s name a few months after she found out she was pregnant. But now, naturally, she was not going to ask David. As if he had anything to say about this child. Unknowingly, she huffed pushing the thoughts about that man away. He did not matter. The little baby mattered and that was that. Yes.

"Hélène." Erika repeated the name, as if testing how it sounded when it came out of her mouth, in her voice. A warm smile spread onto her lips as she said it once more and then looked up at Simon, beaming. ”If it’s a girl, as you say, she shall be Hélène. I really like the name. And it’s really meaningful, isn’t it?” Erika asked, realizing that something was missing.

A last name. She had none of her own. She was only born with a first name, O’Yuki which she quickly changed into more British sounding, the one she used to this day - Erika. The last name she had today was her late husband’s, a name she shared with her son. There was no way she gave it David’s last name. Erika sighed a little, looking at the tummy. ”Hey… Do you think her family name could be Sawajiri? Like my husband’s… I feel like I’d somehow let him down if I gave his family name to a child that’s not his… I know Eita wouldn’t mind…”

She sighed again and nodded, having carefully considered what Simon said. ”I know that he deserves to know and…” The female gargoyle chuckled a little ”I’m not surprised you’d help him but I need you both happy and unharmed. Let’s just leave it be, shall we?” Erika leaned back against Simon. ”All that matters is that the baby and I are safe.”

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From ear to ear Simon wore this big goofy smile. He was elated to hear that she accepted the name and more so he certainly enjoyed hearing her practice the pronunciation. Of course it sounded different in her accent compared to Simon's but it was cute regardless.

With a waggle from his wings which signified his glee, the name itself certainly had a beautiful meaning-- "It means 'the bright one.' in French. It just has a beautiful sound and I think the meaning of the phrase is very substantial."

Simon was unsure of how certain he was on traditional customs of last names but he'd like to think that Erika's husband would have been open to it. Perhaps he romanticized too much when it came to love and happiness. Families and traditions. And if Eita wouldn't mind, granted her husband wasn't around, it seemed like with her son being happy with the idea then that was enough to actually do it. "Think of it this way, if you had met your husband after having this baby, wouldn't he take her in as his own and want to give her his last name? If so-- then I think you have your answer."

A big smile grew upon his lips and he tried his best to be a comfort for Erika as he leaned back. "I will leave it alone for now. But only because I agree that you and the baby need to be safe."

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"Great Simon because you’re literally a great friend in my own opinion. That counts right?” Nevaeh sounded convinced of her own answer, but not quite sure if that was even logical to her friend. “And of course, certainly!” she then nodded her head with a wide smile, loosening her arms to raise a hand showing him a thumbs up sign. “I won’t ask any further regarding that private topic or else you probably won’t welcome me again,” and then she laughed with him, hands covering her mouth. Nevaeh all of a sudden became silent afterwards, pondering to what she believed was a rhetorical question, her nose wrinkling and eyes staring back at him after the nudge. “Mmh, there’s plenty of reasons not to tell, but I’ll force you anyway?” she said, kidding. “Okay, spill it, Simon. I’m all ears.”

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Ah-- she is too cute, Simon would blush if he was capable of doing so. Interactions could never really be too physical simply because he was too rough. Nevaeh was such a precious little thing Simon couldn't help but adore her and all the little gestures that came along with her when they were together and communicating. "Force? Why do you women always have to be so threatening and rough with me? I'm just a romantic simple frenchman I don't need such abuse." he was kidding around as he laughed. A gargoyle whining about someone being rough with him, if his sisters were here they would stand up for every lady he talked with and rough house him around. As always he loved them dearly though. "I will always welcome you though, not matter how much of a pain in my side you can be-- which is never by the way~" he lit up with a charming smile as he leaned a little her way.

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The Perks of Being a Gargoyle ~ Simon and Erika ~

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”Well, I didn’t have time to think of it, truth be told.” Erika sighed, closing her eyes. ”I only found out a couple of days ago about the baby. I only had time to talk with Eita and with…” She frowned. ”Him.” Simon, she assumed, knew very well who she meant. His name simply would not leave her lips. Merely thinking of him made her stomach twist. Erika was blood-thirty for David’s insides. And if he approached her once more with that attitude, she knew she would find a way to end him.

”Do you have any ideas?” She looked up at the male gargoyle. ”If you have any suggestions… I’d love to hear them.” A small, warm smile crept up onto her lips and her eyes glowed as she awaited his response. If he suggested something she liked, Erika knew that the baby would be named so. Even if it was just a middle name but she would take it. Simon meant too much to her not to listen to his suggestions and ideas.

"Eita is excited, yes! He could not believe it at first but he smiled and congratulated. I haven’t told him anything of the baby’s father but I think it’s best he doesn’t know… Especially about today.” She sighed. ”He’d want his head and he’s still half-human and thereby too weak to confront anyone of such caliber.” Erika explained. ”So, it’s best he lived in blissful ignorance about it. After all, we’re both fine, the baby and me, so.” She shrugged lightly.

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"Mmh--" he hummed, the tone serious yet most contemplative. He understands the copious amounts of stress she has been under since her discovery. But when she asks for ideas to help with a baby name he finds no problem in helping. Considering he planned on spending his life with Junhyung he probably wouldn't be naming his own children.

"Well... Hélène is one of my favorites." Frankly it was the pronunciation that he loved, it sounded so beautiful, elegant, very lady-like. "Annnd~" he started to sing a little, his hand placing on her small belly "I think you're going to have a little girl anyway. So I'm going to hold off on the boy name. I doubt I'm wrong too you know."

Men could have intuition right? Well he did have two sisters and a copious amount of female friends, and some even close to him like sisters as well. He thought he could have an accurate premonition of the baby. "I think... at some point and time you should tell him Erika. He is your son, he should know. Maybe not right now, you know best. But eventually. I wouldn't want him to find out sometime down the road after the baby is here... you know it would be a disaster." Erika knew her son better than Simon did and he wouldn't doubt that. But he knew how he would feel over his sisters if this happened to them. He could only assume there would never be a right time to tell Eita, but it may be possible wind could get out and he would hate for Erika having to face that situation if Eita found out the wrong way.

"And besides... I'm not going after his head right now because there are more important things." he eyed her and her belly. "It's not like Eita would not have my help after all."

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Well, I guess -she pouted- Grandpa! Are you grandpa or uncle Simon now? -the female gargoyle poked the male's chest- Decide at once! - she giggled- (ooc: that's okay ^^ don't worry!)

"Ya! WHat?!" Oh that was just mean, he frowned and a crease heavily indented above his brow. "I’m old but not that old! I’m uncle Simon! I’m your brother figure not father figure— aish, Erika!"

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Miminuna ★ do not edit

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Of course he is a fine young man! -she stuck her tongue out at him and almost purred at the touch of his palm, a soft, friendly smile spreading on her lips- But, I'm a little worried. What if the baby is so active when it's born that I'm unable to catch it!

"That’s absurd, I’m a grandfather in age compared to you. How do you expect me to keep up?!" he teased in order to make her feel better. An active baby would be a perfectly healthy baby and he knew Erika would be blessed with such a child.

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Junhyung notices that Simon hasn’t changed even if he looks a little more tired than he last remembered him to, but with his eyes closed, his lover feels the same, solid, dense mass that presses into the dips of his body where it hurts and where he needs it to, in order to feel just a little more substantial. He’s spent too long wavering between the ghost of a man and the bold exclamation of a demon to register his own tangibility and now he’s trembling because it starts to fuck with his head, the fact that he exists, the fact that Simon is capable of existing on the same plane as him; how cruel this world must be, to create something so close to perfection and make it fall in love with yesterdays discarded nightmares, kissing lips that taste just shy of accumulated cigarette ash and the tang of drying venom.

Dipping his tongue past Simon’s mouth, Junhyung shifts, unwinds his arms so he can lay his thumbs on either side of Simon’s cheekbones, fingers curling instinctively but without purchase into stone skin. The meek gold of a setting sun dims through their dining room windows and paints the walls and the chairs and the soft, caramel strands of hair jutting from underneath the very tips of his fingers a pallet of blase hues. His own hair, sits thick and tucked behind his ears. Off of his shoulder, a gym bag of odds and ends thumps onto the hardwood, accompanies the sound of him sighing as he pulls away but continues to fleck presses, here and there, along Simon’s jaw.

" I love you," he says into the slope just under Simon’s ear. "I love you more than anyone could possibly fathom."

Not even himself, he thinks, could really understand just what it meant. What the world was without a fragile language he doesn’t understand murmured from thin lips and the sound of thunder beneath his feet as opposed to overhead, how that could possibly mean everything to one individual without much of an explanation other than it just does. Much like how he just is, how Simon just is and how they just are. Just an inconceivable blessing or damnation, where perfection fell in love with the perfectly imperfect and called it life because there would never be another way of existing if not together.  

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There is nothing shy from perfect in this moment. Being caught up in the arms of his lover with kisses peppering his solid skin. He missed every waking moment next to Junhyung in the past weeks in which he had been absent. Junhyung fit every nook and cranny that Simon had been wanting to fill the gaps in, there had been a long void without his lover pressing into ever solid surface of his physique. To be together now was a blessing or rather a prayer answered.

He doesn't know what it is but whatever it comes down to there is a certain combination of flavors that mix upon Junhyung's lips that cause Simon to crave more. Insomuch his lips begin to pull, there are smiles imprinted into gently colliding lips that prove to bruise the serpent's.

And it is when their tongues touch and Junhyung is cupping the Sentinel's mandible in his palms that Simon melts. The pressure of his tongue lapping back when lips press and he takes a deep and slow breath through his nose, Simon forgets to exhale. His own large paws wrapping over Junhyung's hands he stumbles forward, lightly breathing into his lover's kiss. 

Head swimming and the sounds dully fading out around them Simon misses the bag falling. He is too busy smiling when Junhyung is disengaging their passionate kissing just to sprinkle more upon his jaw. Simon has perhaps never breathed so calmly and peacefully, and under the assault of attentive kisses outlining his jaw and tickling up to his ear, sensations he can not per say feel but at least relish in the thought of their sensation, he chuckles. Humming as his large hands travel into the mess of Junhyung's hair, warm and glowing from the rays of the sun that peak through and paint their walls.

"Je t'aime--" he's proudly speaking, his chest swelling inside as he grasps the meaning of love, of Junhyung and everything he has been. His head rolls and he buries his nose into the nook of where shoulder meets neck, nuzzling his lover with his own playfully growling kisses designed to later leave love marks in the form of bruises. Proof of where he has traveled, landmarks of Simon's love. "Mon coeur...-- mon seul et unique~" he mumbles into skin, nose trailing along flesh that is softer and smoother than his own, and allowing Junhyung to feel the roughness when it comes to the texture of stone and what it feels like to be pressed against it.

"Toujours."

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Serves you right! -Erika nodded, pretending to be proud at herself for slapping him- And, hey! I'll be a good role model to it! Look at Eita. We raised him right. Now, he is good in fights and can handle any weapon he wants. -She grinned, knowing perfectly well this was not a good example of fine parenting-

Simon simply shook his head at her. Stepping close and raising his hand to press his palm against the back of her head. He leaned in and placed a big kiss to her cheek, a small bit of chuckling as he pulled away and dropped his arm. “Eita is a fine young man. Even with your bad examples you will still be a good mother.” is was a joke and compliment all in one, still teasing her whilst he attempted to make her feel good too.