“Oi, don’t touch that!” Silvio swiftly intervenes, grabbing the tiny infant before she can touch his jewelry. "Damn thing. Why do they always try to hurt themselves?"

He brushes off the baby's clothes and scrutinizes her wide eyes and cherubic face. Although he agreed to help you babysit your friend’s kid simply to spend more time with you, he seems surprisingly content.

"Heh. Look how round she is," Silvio squeezes her plump cheeks. "Do you think our own children will be this—" His voice trails off as his face flushes red.