Noctisardor Bypass How would it ever get the guy?

The moment he realized what he’d done, Anselm’s chest seized with guilt. For a few split seconds, the boy looked scared — his wide eyes communicating a familial betrayal that tore at Anselm’s conscience. 

Thankfully, Gideon’s confidence returned in short order. He glanced to Ava, then back to Anselm — a scowl growing on his face that could be called comical if his father had a sense of humor. 

Your manners. Anselm corrected, relenting his stiff body language partially. He was not so confident in fatherhood to be open and vulnerable, but he dialed back his demeanor in light of Gideon being so small. He hovered a paw in the air before Gideon’s face, wondering what the boy would do with this novel object.