He looks left, right, then up at Henry... before he oh-so-discreetly stuffs a hand in his pocket to dig out a wax-wrapped caramel candy.

"You're like a bloodhound, Jeane." He snorts, and presses a kiss to the crown of the little girl's blonde head before rising to his feet again. "How's it go, again? Bien nuit?" It's wrong. At least he tried. "Get outta here."

The metal ring, holding his katana to his belt fast, jingles slightly when Travis steps back.

"What d'you say, Papa? 'Bout time we got out of here, too."