"I rely on you to take care of it for me." He looked Asher in the eye then, some might call it gazing, until a miniature-shaped person chose to ram straight into his back.

The air escaped Ray quickly. Doubling-over for a second, he bumped his chest into Asher's legs with a grunt. Just when he thought he could catch a breath again, the attacker leaped onto his back and held onto his neck for dear life.

"Horsies!"

Exasperation crept in, along with a patented whiny tone. "You are your father's son."