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"Mm, he does have a bit of a temper," Ronin agrees with a mischievous bounce of his eyebrows, carefully transferring the boy from his own arms and into Saiden's, before he takes a seat beside the Hali. The chairs on the porch rock gently (because of course they do), so Ronin sets his to going, watching the sailor and his son with calm satisfaction. "You're a natural, though I can't say I'm surprised." With a family as big as the Hali's had been, it must have been all hands on deck with the kids. For his part, Mateo settles easily with strangers (something the Star would be worried about were it not for the fact that no one was technically a stranger, in truth), cooing up at Saiden and wiggling in his arms a bit, and Ronin snorts. "If he tries to start sucking on your shirt, he's hungry," he warns. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.