He sniffled as he looked up at him, wiping the blue from his eyes and mouth before whining softly. "Mmm...I don't wanna be rude..." He sniffled and hugged himself as his little wings flittered before folding up, playing with his hands quietly. He was nervous about making anyone upset with him, since one of his fathers was basically the epitome of anger sometimes.
James seemed to refuse to make eye contact with him as he played with his fingers quietly, remembering a game him and Ghostbur used to play. "One, two, unto you. Three, four, pompadour. Five, six, view the Styxx. Seven, eight, find the great. Nine, ten, do it again." He hummed the words to himself, blue starting to leak from him again slowly.