The girl looks so happy to have accomplished her feat that Eros can't help but smile, albeit briefly, at her reaction. He crosses the room halfway to keep an eye on her as she pads about the bed, resorting to crawling in an effort to keep her balance on the unsteady surface.

"The truth is I had to get back to my place - and back to her." He catches Goldy's eye, and nods towards the child. "She's... my daughter."

As if realizing she's being spoken about, the girl stops her exploration and flops into a sitting position, bear clutched tightly in one hand. She glances at Eros, then Goldy - and between her golden curls, bright blue eyes, and chubby baby-fat cheeks, new adjectives begin to become valid as descriptors for her expression. 'Cherubic' is one of them.

"Um. Did I mention that the businesswoman next door has a fantastic ass?"