He grinned, as he knocked on the door to her hideout, amusement now coloring his thoughts.<em>Never said it was impossible, just unlikely. Besides, while I didn't ask for you to do it, I would approve, if they had issues with it. The minotaurs at the gate seemed to react... unfavorably to mentioning you were mine. They recoiled. Mayhap the elves would be more... receptive? Now, either someone can open the door, or I can blast it open. I would prefer the first, though the second might be fun too. This is a conversation to be had face to face, not at a distance using thoughts. But little one, I always believe in my children, I just happen to have been colored a certain way by your mother.</em>