Face groans and rolls his eyes. He's right, of course, he's still got the teddy bear stashed in his footlocker from the last time he had to pull Murdock out of a toy store.

"Not the puppy eyes..." he sighs, the slight upturn of his lips a dead giveaway to his feigned frustration. Offering his sleeve - totally not his arm because that'd be weird, right? - he gives in. "Just an hour and then we've gotta roll."