"Like I'd expect anythin' less," Davin says with a fond roll of his eyes. He smirks at them and then looks at the baby, lifting him so that he can nuzzle at his soft, chubby cheek. He had no idea that a person could be so small and he thought it would be scary, holding a baby. But he knows that Dane is safe with him, and always will be. He'd never let any harm come to him, not if he could help it.

"Bealtaine shealbhú arm láidir agat, hearts cúraim claonadh a bhíonn tú," he says quietly, smiling against the baby's head as he remembers an old Irish blessing. "Agus d'fhéadfadh sé grá ag fanacht leat ag gach céim."

(Translation: May strong arms hold you, caring hearts tend you, and may love await you at every step.)