That fact that he didn't say much was both annoying and a relief. Angel didn't feel the need to force conversation as they rode through town. They swung by a pizza place and picked up an order he'd called in, them waited in the pickup line of cars in front of Mannys school.<br/><br/>Angel smiled when he saw he son come bounding up.  Soccer trainers on and backpack slung on one shoulder. Short for his ten years the boy stopped to talk with some older girls before he spotted his dad's car.<br/><br/>"That is my son, Emmanuel, most call him Manny. Normally he is at soccer practice or goes home with that taller girl for the evenings I'm still in concert, but if this week goes well, you will be caring for him.  Please do not mention your status as an owned pet or whatever. You are now employed by me, to help out with my son. Clear? Any questions can be answered later once he is in bed."  Angel felt bad for a brief moment, gazing at Ein, clueless to how the fox may feel.  It was of little concern and he didn't want to dwell on it.