he’s just in awe of her person (mostly the hair though).
HER OPINION OF CHILDREN is a little above low; they are CRETINS. Small balls of fecal matter and SNOT, unworthy even of her genes, or the experimentation they were subject to. ( but such was what needed to be done, for her goals were far away and her whims were now )
“Howcute,” She says, with little emotion behind it. Hopefully the… BOY would stop staring soon. As much as she appreciated being the CENTER of someone’s attentions, children had an open-eyed, dim set of eyes that made her UNCOMFORTABLE.