[Kind of worth it for the nose wrinkle, to be honest. Nero is new to being a son and also new to the classic, universal joy that is vexing one's uptight father. And honestly? Big fan.]

Well, yeah. I mean, like this... [He gestures between them, indicating their faces. Yeah, it's not escaped his attention that he's a dead ringer for his father, to the point they might have guessed they were related even if they didn't know it for a fact. So many times, Nero sees his own face looking back at him-- like with that nose wrinkle, for instance.]

Can't say I got much of a look at your devil, [when he was spiking you into the ground like a football] but... other than being blue, I don't know.

[And then, he lets slip a very telling remark, perhaps still thinking of the earlier spar.] I feel so far apart sometimes.