Lucci swipes and flails, squeezing what fingers he can capture- and as Zevran expected when the game began, tugs them close to his mouth to gum upon. The little ridges of what will be his teeth leave bumps that will pain him in a little bit. Gumming always came before whining and weeping. Zevran has learned to recognize that particular pattern.

"I am content with things as they are. A lover when I have need of it- and the constant support of Mia as best she can offer. It is more than I thought I might have." And more than enough for him- for now. At the moment his mind and his concerns weigh heavily upon the infant that has come so unexpectedly into his life.

"Does she make you happy? Love is not always happiness- there are obligations and complications enough to ensure that is so. But some joy must come from it- otherwise it is foolish and it is wasteful."