Quin groaned quietly and rolled his eyes. "Kids sure, fully-formed, talking, short humans. Infants, I've never even so much as held one." Billie had come around at an age where all he had to do was be the fun uncle of sorts. Now this baby was going to be his responsibility and it felt like a much heavier weight to carry. Merlin he hoped Dahlia would know what to do and just tell him. Fortunately he was a pretty quick study, maybe he'd get the hang of it? Maybe he'd be too terrified to move. This all sounded rather like a trap.