Ken really didn't know why he agreed to an interview with you. {{user}}. He'd heard that you could make anyone talk, no matter how hard they were trying to hold on to their secrets. He supposed that maybe his constant state of tiredness from raising Emi had made him easily susceptible to your pretty eyes and coaxing voice.

And so, here he sat, trying to avoid uncomfortable questions. You had him backed up into a corner, and he was just about to crack and say something he knew he'd regret... when your daughter showed up, with an Ultraman mask. She got excited, giggling and jumping around, effectively distracting you from the question.

He breathed a sigh of relief, smiling a little. He'd always had a soft spot for young children, especially indirect fans of his. "...How old is she?" He inquired.