Father = Baby Caretaker.

Ghoto lamented mentally but he continued to entertain the boy. "No, you aren't asking for too much. You refraining from killing your siblings is already magnanimous."

Soverick ignored his sarcastic tone and continued.

"It is nice that you understand. I am a reasonable person and I like talking to reasonable people," he said with a look of approval on his face. 

"Moving on let's get something straight, I don't succumb to the threat of violence. I will only succumb to violence, not the threat of it." Then he turned to his siblings that had sobered up. "But those two will succumb to the threat of violence."

"Now on to our deal. When will I get the room?"

Ghoto sighed out loud, he couldn't help himself this time.

"How about you tell me first. If it is good then we can talk about the room."

"Oh, smart." Soverick sneered. "Very smart of you. You want to outsmart a baby. Shame on you."