Caspar snorts, but he does relax a little further, sitting back in his chair and re-folding his hands in his lap. Philosophical discussions on the stupid, thoughtless things humans do he can handle without breaking a sweat.

"Sure, like parenthood. Expect parents know when to get out of the way and let their children take care of themselves. They don't turn them into slaves or experiments for their own amusement." He pauses thoughtfully, then shrugs. "Or maybe they do. I don't know anything about raising kids. Except that you reap what you sow."