<em>"No, you'll just complain until my ears are bleeding. So, what is it you want?"<br/><br/>He grins, seeming more at ease with her than he usually does, and perhaps that's because, so far, she hasn't been what he'd always feared she might become: another him.<br/><br/>"True... your mother would give me hell if she heard I wouldn't let you clean up, especially on your birthday..."<br/><br/>With an overdramatic sigh-- probably an art learned from her Uncle-- he resigns himself to the fact that his baby girl must wash herself on occasion.</em>