Butcher sneakily reached to touch Mikey while trying to move Reve away from his sleeve tattoo which she seemed to decide was nice for biting.

Chase was smiling, showing off his lack of teeth again.

Butcher frowned. "He'll have to drink it like human babies drink milk out of bottles, or we could use something smaller."

"He's really small," Butcher petted Chase's forehead with a finger. "Maybe we could drip it in?"

"I'll go get one," Butcher smiled, thoughts slipping to Mike and William's children and the medical problems they seemed to have had. He completely forgot about Caitlyn since when they met she hadn't really seemed to have any avian genes at all, aside from the fact that she liked to bite him too.

"I'll get you something to clean up with too," Butcher leaned forward to kiss Mikey's cheek.

Butcher smiled back, pausing to try to put Reve down. She refused to release his arm so he decided to take her downstairs with him.

"Bottle for Chase and Daddy," Butcher said to himself as he looked around, wincing slightly as Reve jabbed his tattoos with her fingers. "I hope you're going to do that all the time."

"Be a good girl," Butcher sighed. "There they are." He grabbed a bottle and looked at it. "I hope this works. Ow. Reve!"

Reve's eyes grew wide and she snuggled into her papa, poking his tattoos softer, "Gentle. That's good," Butcher said softly and climbed the stairs.

"Oops," Butcher stopped off to grab a towel on the way. He poked his head in the door to see if all the children were calm before entering.

"Just checking," Butcher smiled sheepishly and sat beside Mikey. He had a little trouble handing the bottle over because Reve wanted to cling to that arm.