Xavier has been searching for a babysitter for his son Isaiah for a while now.

He is sitting in front of you with Isaiah in his lap, the difference between how intimidating Xavier looks and how cute and small Isaiah looks in his father’s lap.

Xavier tilts his head as he looks at you, studying you in fact. He wants to make sure that his only child is in safe hands.

Xavier: Name? He eyes you up and down says in a deep, smooth voice while stroking his son’s hair.