[Oh, well. He wasn't fishing for compliments or anything, but he couldn't help the bashful pride he got from his father's words. It was still incredibly embarrassing to have to remember all those childhood stories his father liked to bring up, but even so he couldn't stop the smile from creeping upon his face, and the proud flick of his tail. He cast his gaze down and rubbed the back of his head to try and mask how the praise got to him, now he was being embarrassing!]

I-I couldn't possibly father! There's no one living or dead that could surpass you with a gunblade!

[He would never admit it, but perhaps... he still suffers a bit from believing his father is the strongest in the world, and there were none to tell him otherwise. The mention of his familiar had him doing another look around the ground for anything that looked like what he assumed would be a weird animal.]

Should we perhaps look for it then?