[ It's time for Raikou's eyes to go round and one of the onions splitting from middle instead of ending up in even slices on the side. He clicks his tongue softly before setting the knife aside and turning to Gau, quieting to study his demeanor that isn't exactly what Raikou expected. ]

You're not my child, [ he says evenly. ] You're my... partner. But you're also young, underage. [ And older than Raikou was when he apparently was old enough to kill. Not that much younger than Raikou was when he was introduced to the rest of the adult world, sides a lot less lethal than smearing his hands with blood.

But he'll reserve the right to be a hypocrite... ]

I would... I don't want you to think that I would ever use your affection for me in such a way.