[He nods, as if he had expected the response, and he had, at least for the protest. It's still a little strange to him in some way to hear that he has a home, but he'd helped to make the purchase. It could be nothing else.]

If you protest, I know your boy will. I'm outnumbered, I fear. What's left for me but to stay and watch you learn each other again? I'll just sit quietly aside, read a book, yell at Albert, sleep on the couch. [He grinned, knowing good and well that might also spark a protest.]