Maybe you should let her?* Alana suggested telepathically.
*Oh?*
*She clearly really wants to, and I'm fairly certain she's going to think of you that way anyway, no matter what she calls you. Since it won't change anything and she really wants to, why not?*
He nodded, too tired and aroused to argue tight now. Besides, Alana had made a fairly compelling case earlier and knew she would push the point.
"Hey." He said to the Fey kindly as he gently lifted her chin with the side of his index finger. "You can call me whatever you want, as long as you don't call me late for dinner."
She looked confused. "Why would I call you late for-" She stopped as realization crossed her face. She rolled her eyes and chuckled slightly.
"Ugh, dad jokes." Alana groaned. "They're a plague on every world
