The boy hemmed and hawed before eventually pouting and looking past Neal to see the two of them. His interest piqued at Sefton, and he walked over until he was perhaps half a foot away and pointed directly at him. "He dunn't look so good!"

Sefton sluggishly cracked open an eye in response and gave the boy a halfhearted glare. Carefully, he picked his feet up and curled his legs against his chest, not seeming worried about whether Neal would mind that he got his shoes on the furniture or not.