Neverwinter Forest a lot of pretty girls outside

The adult smiles- if Caerus knew how to smile on command, he would've reflected Mal. But all he knew for now was instinct and reflex; whatever came to him naturally in the moment. He could not yet prompt himself to smile, laugh, or cry, he could not wag his tail whenever he so desired. But the part of him that was programmed by mother nature knew somehow that a smile meant joy. Was he the cause of that happiness? Only one way to find out...

Soon Dad is leaning down to nudge his face, which elicits a natural giggle to bubble out of him, and a real, genuine smile. Little stubby tail wags from side to side in the momentary aftermath of that contact, and as Mal speaks another babble, Caerus tries his best to echo. H.. hai... He squeaks. Anything to please dear old dad, anything to see more of that smile. He did not know this was his father, but he knew in this moment he was the jester, and his job was to entertain in one way or another.