"We'll do it then." He looked up at Meng Yao, reaching out with one hand. Suddenly it didn't quite seem right that there was still some blood splatter on him. That he looked dishevelled like this. Not quite what he wanted. "Let's clean up first, eh?"

He helped Meng Yao to his feet slowly and then, quite suddenly, he lifted him up again. he knew where the bathroom was, so he walked there, carrying him. "We'll have a shower, xiao Yao. And then daddy will lie you down on the bed and make you feel like you are floating."

No empty promises, if how this had gone so far was any indication. He set him down in the bathroom, gesturing. "Strip down, yeah?"