Balthazar isn't sure he's ready for fatherhood, but then again his soft spot is family in general. He smiles, and it's a little bit sheepish. "Well. We'll see."

His cup is empty, and he spends a moment considering whether he wants to make more, before deciding against it and getting up. It takes a flicker of Grace to cleanse it completely (why do dishes when you can just will things clean?), and he tucks the mug back in the cabinet from whence it came.

"Well, I'm glad you've got protection, at least. You seem very sweet. You're certainly welcome to visit me again whenever you like, as long as you've got his permission."