Noctisardor Bypass How would it ever get the guy?

Children were like ponds in that they mirrored their environment: the sky, the trees, the languid ripple of a sun-yellow fish just under the surface -- it was no surprise Gideon instantly parroted back his father's inflection. Anselm's jaw clapped shut, first in an exhale of disapproval, and then in a subtle grin. If ever there was a question of parentage, it evaporated then.

Figuring his toes were at peril, Anselm tucked both wrists under his body so he resembled a loafing cat. He looked to Gideon pointedly, ignoring the cackle and devilish glint in his son's eyes that he would certainly recognize. Your move, you little turd.