Knoa wriggled out in his father's embrace. He peeked at Azrael's face and his green eyes widened when his father's eyes reddened. He spouted as his little fingers reached and touched Azrael's eyes, "Maybe it's tears of joy?"
Azrael paused, then flashed an amused smile, "Where did you learn that?"
Knox comically replied, "I read it on the books Grampa gave me! I read a lot of books, fairy tales, short stories, dictionary…Grampa teaches me to read properly so my speech will be better too, hehe. I'm speaking good now, Daddy! I'm not speaking like hidden lines anymore!"
'Dictionary…the hell?' Azrael crumpled his face. Knoa stared at him so he quickly changed his expression to that of awe, "You're amazing, son. Yeah, unlike the last time I talked to you, you've improved. So, maybe now, you already know what 'cops' mean, huh."
Knoa blushed but he also grinned widely, "Yes! It means police, hehe."