Like Putty in his Hands

"Daddy!" The small child's voice echoed down the hallway, even as his small fists stayed firmly clumped in the man's hair. Despite the small pain, the smile wouldn't leave Brock's face, even as his arms remained poised to catch his son if he fell.

"Come along, sir Prince, we are continuing our exploration of foreign lands!" The child giggled, and tugged on Brock's hair again, spurring the man into a slight jog that took him down the corridor. The shock of hair atop Andrei's head was as unruly as his father's, and the grin on his lips was unmistakably the same. As Brock pulled himself to a stop before Kallie's secretary, his son attempted to hide behind his hair, only peeking up at the woman after a prolonged second.

"The prince would like to speak to the Queen of this Realm... if she isn't too busy..." The child missed the wink his father gave the secretary, but gave a soft squeal as his father swept into an valiant bow that felt like it almost unseated him - though in reality it came nowhere close to doing so.

Throwing open the door, he took a step in, his moves over exaggerated. He waggled his eyebrows at the Minister, before bowing again, causing a squeal from his son and a frantic tightening grasp at his hair.

"May I present the Prince of the Wolves, Andrei the Brave, come to give his heart warming speech to the Queen of this country!" Brock paused, straightening and glancing upward.

Andrei straightened slightly, screwing up his face in concentration before he raised a hand. "Hello Minister." Brock stayed motionless as the young wolf continued to pause and think of the lessons in manners his father had patiently taught him. How to pronounce words exactly as not to cause confusion, how to speak in a way which made him sound as Princely as his father insisted he was. "Nice to- Nice to meet- you."

Brock split into a proud smile, resisting the urge to lift the child from his shoulders. "Well done, sir Prince!" He praised. "A perfect speech, if I do say so myself, what say you, Queen of the Other World? Was this not a perfect speech?"

Kallie was anxious to leave her office. For once in her life she had her mind on something that wasn't work. Her desire to go home and check on her family was completely foreign to her, and it was only by her will to divide her desires and emotions from what she needed to do that was keeping her in her office.

Through the past few months she had already missed enough times, and walked out of enough meetings. She had to crack down if she wished to continue to be taken seriously.

Glancing up at her door, setting her quill down, she raised her eyebrow ever so slightly at the image Brock and son made coming into her office. Her irritated remark upon knocking - some things never changed, the man still didn't ever knock - was killed by the appearance of the child. Blinking at Brock's antics, she had never got completely use to them in all their years together. His flamboyant nature just never matched hers, it was something completely foreign to her. She loved it about him. However she schooled her expression into a serious one as she listened to the boy, his speech was in fact surprisingly well, though she could see the concentration it had cost him. It was most endearing.

"I do think it was a perfect speech, you just might be right Pentu," she gave the man a quick wink before she was pushing back her chair and walking around the table, "And Hello to you Sir Prince, I have to say its an honour to meet you."

She reached out her slim hand and offered it to the little boy to shake. "You know, I think that what any prince needs," she pulled her hand away, and it was almost unnoticeable that her wand had came out, "A crown don't you?" Flicking the instrument she had to her pride turned the small bowl that had once held her paper clips - now empty - into a small little crown.

"What do you think, is it good enough for your standards Sir Prince?"

"Crown!" Reaching out both hands, Andrei leaned against his father's head, trying to reach the gilded headpiece that was sure to become an accessory for the next few weeks. "Please?" Remembering his manners at the last moment, Andrei smiled a dazzling smile reminiscent of his father's, even as his eyes sparkled. "Thankoo!"

Laughing, Brock knelt, carefully maneuvering as to keep his son balanced. "If you would be so kind, your majesty?" He murmured, gesturing to the crown. "It would do us the highest honor."

A wide and honest grin flashed across Kallie's face as she watched the boy beam with excitement at her offer. It was small moment's like these that contradicted Kallie's fundamental instinct that she wasn't meant for motherhood. She had dealt with many of her problems, but she still didn't like chaos. She still panicked.

Hell, she still forgot to feed herself, unless someone put food in front of her.

Still, in this one moment she had been able to think impulsively, and able to think like someone who didn't spend her whole life dedicated to order, and that smile was worth the pay off.

Giggling ever so slightly, she ruffled the child's hair, before placing the crown on his head, "There you go, a crown for a true royal. And so polite too. That can't be something you learned from your father." She teased easily, winking slightly at the man as she placed her hands back at her side, smoothing out her skirt when she realized that she had nothing better to do with them.