*startled a bit at the contact and lets Shaun finish speaking before giving his face a little nudge with the back of his hand and petting him lightly on the neck, allowing his anger to fade to relief for now at least*

I'm the brat? You're the one who called me out via a seven year old. God, do you have any idea the sort of note I'll have to write now? How on earth am I supposed to explain what you told him? He's not an idiot, you know. He was figuring out more than he told you and who knows what he'll end up piecing together if he runs this "dream" by Miguel.