Watching Sarah go from silently furious to sweet enough to kiss him on the cheek is quite something; Caleb is used to seeing people cross the line and boil over as opposed to pulling themselves back in, so he's smiling down at her when she pulls away from his cheek.

"None of that matters to me. For the record." Not that he's thinking about them having kids or anything! There's a bit of a leap involved but Chase gets it, kinda. His father was only twenty-six when he was born, and already accelerating downward at a breakneck pace. Legacy is important to him. "I mean...obviously. I hope."

Still, the tips of his ears are warm and he has the grace to blush a little. "C'mon though. Have you seen any places to eat, here?"

Food seems like a better idea than engaging with his undead father.