"Of course we are." It's not true, but he can say as much. "And did you hear that, Lucci? He didn't tell us what the word for cow is. I suppose I'll have to do some research later. And we can hope you grow up to be as pretty as a mage without the drawbacks."

A beat, and then he glances up from Lucci to Zevran. "Or as pretty as your father, I suppose." Zevran gets a flash of a smile before Anders makes the cow gently bop Lucci's chin... and promptly gets the cow drooled on. Babies. As messy as mabari, really. But more adorable. "For now, though, little one, as precious as you are, we're going to give you back to your dad. I'm expected back at the healing tents."

Lucci gets a little kiss to the top of his head before Anders raises an eyebrow at Zevran, waiting for the baby to be taken. "Maybe I'll hold you longer next time."