Yoko looks at him and growls faintly. Eyeing him with extreme caution, suspicion, and currently distrust. The last not as strong as the other two yet still there. His eyes were expressive just like his mother's had always been. They spoke volumes even when he himself said little to nothing. He looks at him. He didn't believe him yet said nothing. As well as he didn't even think his disbelief. His eyes, however, said it for him. He slowly relaxes as he found himself calmed...just slightly...by the man's words. He wasn't really believing them but it was easier to do so than think otherwise.