Just one bite

Ciaran's snappy and abrupt response caught Artorias off guard for a moment. He hadn't been expecting his son to swiftly deny going to a place he hadn't even been accused of going to yet, but it seemed the subtle art of subterfuge was something the Carpathius lad hadn't developed yet. Poor, sweet, honest Ciaran. The boy's feeble excuse of being hungry and looking for a snack further raised the eyebrow of his sire, who casually turned his head to the side to glance at the kitchen door on the opposite side of the hall.

He looked back to his son once more, giving him a glance that read "Really?" and chuckled under his breath. "Is that so?" he questioned further with a small, knowing smirk and a scrutinizing gaze. "Well, why don't we go fix you up something to eat then?" Artorias gestured for Ciaran to follow him and corralled his child toward the kitchen, using his larger body to block the pup's access to the armory corridor. If he wanted to play this game, then Art would play it back. "Unless... you weren't actually going to the kitchen." Artorias kept his gaze fixed on Kea's expression, waiting for him to come clean about his intentions.

"Artorias Carpathius"