[His attention having been all on Vincent, he notices when a breath is missed and wonders what it is going through the man's head at that very instant. It isn't hard to imagine what he might be thinking, but he's curious for the exact thoughts. His head tilts, though he won't ask after them, and he grins against the nuzzle, having nothing against it.]

Then it's a date. I'll be heading that way tomorrow at some time, if you're not busy.

[The hand against his cheek gets a nuzzle of its own and his grin fades again as he considers his response. There is a moment's hesitation before he will answer.] Yes and no. I'm a poor excuse for a father. The boy never knew me, and for that I was glad. He had a better life without me.