The sound of urgent footsteps caught my attention. Rage also heard it and looked at the door.
"A kid's footsteps," I said matter-of-factly. It is easy to identify a kid's footsteps from adult's. "Who is that? Your child?"
Rage's eyes drifted back to me. "Do I look like a married man?"
"Why, are married men are only the ones capable of reproduction?"
He grimaced. "Sorry to disappoint you, but your assumption is wrong, woman. I prefer to marry first."
I didn't say anything. Why are we suddenly on that topic, anyway? It's not something relevant.
"Uncle? Are you there?" It was a cute boyish voice.
Uncle. So it's his nephew. Rage looked like he was thinking what to do with me.
I raised a brow at him. "What are you waiting for? Go to the kid. Don't worry, I won't show myself to him. I don't kill children."
"Do you think I don't have any idea what you are thinking? You would escape once I get my eyes off you."
Moron.
