Murdoc knows that sound well, he makes it all the time. Genuine laughs are so difficult to mimic, you know! He grumbles as Eridan continues his heartless attack, massaging his temples as he does. "I could say the same for you."

He smooths back his hair, taking a long sip of coffee as he composes himself. It's not fair the way Eridan punches at his guilty feelings with his tiny little fists. He sighs, using a wandless and non verbal spell to push out a chair.

"Does a son want somethin' to drink?"