He smirks slightly at the sight of his daughter struggling to speak. She was only two and a half. Ariadna then glares at him for making fun of her. ‘Way to go, Caitel! That’s disrespectful to your daughter.’ That’s the kind of look she gave him. His smirked widened and he pet her white-red hair. ”— You look funny while struggling.” He murmurs with affection. Ariadna scoffs and says. ”I-Idiot!” She says. His eyes widen and he tries not to laugh. ”Repeat that, little one?”